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
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
“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
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“How clear she shines ! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, " To… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“but both their minds tending to the same point—one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“It was a marvelous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love her” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“My great thought is in himself. If all else perished and he remained I should still continue to be and if all… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Love is like the wild-rose briar; Friendship is like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, But which… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream that vanished… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave. — 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
