“¡Amo a quien me mata! Pero ¿cómo puedo perdonar a quien te mata a ti?” — Emily Brontë Amor Copy Share Image
how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling — Emily Bronte Boiling Copy Share Image
“I'm not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve .” — Emily Brontë Emily-bronte Copy Share Image
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives! — Emily Bronte Despise Copy Share Image
“In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells… — Emily Brontë Flower Copy Share Image
Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in… — Emily Bronte Deeds Copy Share Image
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. — Emily Bronte Hated Copy Share Image
“Some say once a word is said it's dead. I say it just begins to live that day".” — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and… — Emily Bronte Ashamed Copy Share Image
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him? — Emily Bronte Imagine Copy Share Image
“I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind...So don't talk of our seperation again...” — Emily Brontë Mind Copy Share Image
“The mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.” — Emily Brontë Kindness Copy Share Image
“He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to… — Emily Brontë Stare Copy Share Image
It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and… — Emily Bronte Done Copy Share Image
“For shame, Heathcliff!’ said I. ‘It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.’ ‘No, God won’t have… — Emily Brontë Learn to forgive Copy Share Image
“and then, instead of lamenting past calamities we might all cheerfully set to work to remedy them; and the greater the difficulties,… — Emily Brontë Cheerfulness Copy Share Image
“His features were lost in masses of shaggy hair that hung on his shoulders; and his eyes, too, were like a ghostly… — Emily Brontë Beauty Copy Share Image
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says.… — Emily Bronte Action Copy Share Image
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It… — Emily Bronte Crush Copy Share Image
“E então a encarou de maneira tão detida que imaginei que a simples intensidade daquele olhar estivesse enchendo-lhe os olhos de lágrimas;… — Emily Brontë Amor Copy Share Image
And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated… — Emily Bronte Believe Copy Share Image
“He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath… — Emily Bronte Blue sky Copy Share Image
“Ah! you are come, are you, Edgar Linton?' she said, with angry animation. 'You are one of those things that are ever… — Emily Brontë Please yourself Copy Share Image
However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the… — Emily Bronte Alive Copy Share Image
“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought… — Emily Bronte Life Copy Share Image
“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 Every night Copy Share Image
“Linton did not appear to remember what she talked of and he had evidently great difficulty in sustaining any kind of conversation.… — Emily Brontë Communication Copy Share Image
“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 Great thought Copy Share Image
“As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.” — Emily Brontë Different Copy Share Image
