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 love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“You should never lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning long gone before that time. A person who has… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Yes,' said Catherine, stroking his long soft hair, 'if I could only get papa's consent, I'd spend half my time with you… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“and then, instead of lamenting past calamities we might all cheerfully set to work to remedy them; and the greater the difficulties,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“At that moment the universe appeared to me a vast machine constructed only to produce evil. I almost doubted the goodness of… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Two words would comprehend my future -- death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“His weakness was the only time when I could taste the delight of paying wrong for wrong.” — 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
