Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“And I am weary of the anguish Increasing winters bear; Weary to watch the spirit languish Through years of dead despair. So,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“The subjects had, indeed, risen vividly on my mind. As I saw them with the spiritual eye, before I attempted to embody… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“She had her own opinions on every subject, and kept steadily to them--very tiresome opinions they often were; as she was always… — 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
“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
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
