“Winter is not here yet. There’s a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“It was a marvelous effort of perspicacity to discover that I did not love her” — Emily Brontë 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
“I'm not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve .” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself —… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“powiedziałam mu, że jego niebo byłoby mdłe i nudne, a on odparł, że moje byłoby pijane.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends: they… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
“invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think--refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“and firstly, let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff's brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you… — 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
