My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
...he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning,… — Emily Bronte 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… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I got the sexton, who was digging Linton’s grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I… — 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
You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he… — 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
