“my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if… — Emily Brontë 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
“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
“Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s… — 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
“He would have recoiled still more had he been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited, and was bestowed where it awakened no… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven… — Emily Brontë 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
“That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“While enjoying a month of fine weather at the sea-coast, I was thrown into the company of a most fascinating creature: a… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. It ended. Well, we must be… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
My love for Heathchiff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. — Emily Bronte 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
“May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I… — 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
