“Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself. I doubt… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose anotherguide: Where the grey flocks in fernyglens are… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Good things lost amid a wilderness of weeds, to be sure, whose rankness far overtopped their neglected growth; yet, notwithstanding, evidence of… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine; 'he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and… — Emily Brontë 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
“Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you… — Emily Brontë 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 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
“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
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter—the… — Emily Brontë 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
