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
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 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
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
“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
That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with… — Emily Bronte 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
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
“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
...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
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
