The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And,… — 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
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be —… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair; A messenger of… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot… — 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
