Emily Bronte

“It's wrong to anticipate evil.”

— Emily Brontë

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

— Emily Bronte

He’s more myself than I am

— Emily Bronte

“I am Heathcliff!”

— Emily Bronte

“Nelly, I am Heathcliff Bar!”

— Emily Brontë

“I cannot live without my soul!”

— Emily Brontë

I never told my love vocally still.

— Emily Bronte

Terror made me cruel.

— Emily Bronte

“The whole world awake and wild with joy.”

— Emily Brontë

“Mama never told me I had a father.”

— Emily Bronte

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

— Emily Bronte

“Los soberbios no hacen más que dañarse a sí mismos.”

— Emily Brontë

“I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!”

— Emily Brontë

“Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I”

— Emily Brontë

“Leave the heart that now I bear, and give me liberty!”

— Emily Brontë

“and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows. a”

— Emily Brontë

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

— Emily Bronte

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs… Perhaps I am an exception.

— Emily Bronte

“Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!”

— Emily Brontë

“El tirano oprime a sus esclavos y éstos no se vuelven contra él; sino que aplastan a los que tienen debajo.”

— Emily Brontë

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

— Emily Bronte

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.

— Emily Bronte

“You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!”

— Emily Brontë

“But no brutality disgusted her: I suppose she has an innate admiration for it, if only her precious person were secure from…

— Emily Brontë

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

“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

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

“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

“we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding…

— Emily Brontë

“I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why…

— Emily Brontë

“She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and…

— Emily Brontë

“Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the…

— Emily Brontë

“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought…

— Emily Brontë

“I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours…

— Emily Brontë

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there…

— Emily Bronte

“Then you believe I care more for my own feelings than yours, Cathy?" he said. "No, it was not because I disliked…

— Emily Brontë

However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the…

— Emily Bronte

“A LITTLE while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, Alike, while…

— Emily Brontë

“Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any kind of conversation.…

— Emily Brontë

“I care nothing in comparison with papa. And I'll never -- never--oh, never while I have my senses, do an act or…

— Emily Brontë