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
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
“The wind I hear it sighing, with autumn's saddest sound; withered leaves all thick are lying, as spring-flowers on the ground. This… — Emily Brontë 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
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again — 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 had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to 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
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
