The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should… — 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
