It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. — Emily Bronte Bending Copy Share Image
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it. — Emily Bronte Caused Copy Share Image
“Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool’s craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!” — Emily Brontë Like Demon Copy Share Image
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering. — Emily Bronte Generous Copy Share Image
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main. — Emily Bronte Boundless Copy Share Image
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. — Emily Bronte Betrayal Copy Share Image
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. — Emily Bronte Admire Copy Share Image
“Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but… — Emily Bronte Murderer Copy Share Image
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose anotherguide: Where the grey flocks in fernyglens are… — Emily Brontë Nature Copy Share Image
“He was, and is yet, most likely, the wearisomest, self-righteous pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself,… — Emily Brontë Bible Copy Share Image
“And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living!… — Emily Brontë Pray Copy Share Image
“there was less of the peevish temper of a child which frets and teases on purpose to be soothed, and more of… — Emily Bronte Bitter Copy Share Image
“You should never lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning long gone before that time. A person who has… — Emily Brontë Morning Copy Share Image
“Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends, as one came in and the other went out. The contrast resembled what you… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“And you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?" "Here! and here!" replied Catherine,… — Emily Brontë Place Soul Copy Share Image
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair; A messenger of… — Emily Bronte Desolate 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 Love Copy Share Image
But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape… — Emily Bronte Apes Copy Share Image
“I’ll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The… — Emily Brontë History 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 Good heart Copy Share Image
“I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine; 'he's your son. But I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and… — Emily Brontë Body love Copy Share Image
“Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do… — Emily Brontë Catherine Copy Share Image
“I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible,… — Emily Brontë Long hair Copy Share Image
“WHAT vain weathercocks we are! I, who had determined to hold myself independent of all social intercourse, and thanked my stars that,… — Emily Brontë Vain Weathercocks Copy Share Image
“Wuthering being a significant, provincial adjective descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather.” — Emily Bronte Stormy weather Copy Share Image
“We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.” — Emily Brontë Dismal 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 Love Copy Share Image
“No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming… — Emily Brontë Faith 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 Love Copy Share Image
Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses… — Emily Bronte Bible Copy Share Image
“My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning... If all else… — Emily Brontë Miseries World Copy Share Image
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.… — Emily Bronte Bulls Copy Share Image
“But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could… — Emily Brontë Catherine Copy Share Image
“He would have recoiled still more had he been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited, and was bestowed where it awakened no… — Emily Bronte Life Copy Share Image
“Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own… — Emily Bronte Death Copy Share Image
“For himself, he grew desperate; his sorrow was of the king that will not lament, he neither wept nor prayed - he… — Emily Brontë God and man Copy Share Image
“Si es cierto que yo te maté, persígueme. Se asegura que la víctima persigue a su asesino. Hazlo, pues, sigueme, hasta que… — Emily Brontë Amor Copy Share Image
“Si perecieran todas las demás cosas pero me quedara él, podría seguir viviendo. Si, en cambio, todo lo demás permaneciera y él… — Emily Brontë Amor Copy Share Image
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And,… — Emily Bronte Away Copy Share Image
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,… — Emily Bronte Air Copy Share Image
