The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her. — 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'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“It is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world. — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight;… — Emily Bronte 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
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere... — 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
