“Winter is not here yet. There’s a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“ocúpate de que me entierren allí en secreto. Y si no lo haces así, ya te demostraré de un modo palpable que… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I'm not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve .” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Le tengo constantemente en mi pensamiento, aunque no siempre como una cosa agradable. Tampoco yo me agrado siempre de mí misma. No… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar stairs with vexatious phlegm.” — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.” — Emily Brontë 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
