Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight;… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,… — 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 am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the… — 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
