“Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but… — Emily Bronte 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've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through… — Emily Bronte 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
Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she… — 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
