“He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“and then, instead of lamenting past calamities we might all cheerfully set to work to remedy them; and the greater the difficulties,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Hope Was but a timid friend; She sat without the grated den, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found… — 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
