“Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream that vanished… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region; Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear; And visions rising, legion after legion, Bring the unreal… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“How clear she shines ! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " To… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
He is more myself than I am. Whatever our two souls are made of, his and mine are the same. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night's decay Ushers in a drearier day. — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself. I doubt whether I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
