“YESTERDAY afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“The guest was now the master of Wuthering Heights: he held firm possession, and proved to the attorney, who, in his turn,… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“And cried for mamma, at every turn'-I added, 'and trembled if a country lad heaved his fist against you, and sat at… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the… — 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
