Quote by Emily Brontë Download Open image ““The merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears.”” — Emily Brontë ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare
Yeah 'ear 'ear," said George, with half a glance at Fred, the corner of whose mouth twitched. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“My head was dizzy, but what of that? Float, stupid wooden head, and care nothing for tomorrow.” — Irfan Orga Copy Share Image
“Listen, you've got two ears and one mouth, they've got the majority so shut up.” — Paul Colman Copy Share Image
“People never looked up. They looked down, they looked from side to side, but almost never did they think to tilt their heads back… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“His ears reached for the sky in a fight to see which one could be the most pointed.” — Paige Ray Copy Share Image
“I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant, or were you just born stupid?” — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
“I had read once that dumb people didn't know they were dumb. They thought they were just as smart as anybody else. That was… — Dinah Katt Copy Share Image
“He's not a total idiot. In fact, he has a good head on his shoulders. He thinks like a woman, most of the time.” — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“We have two ears and one mouth, so we should listen more than we say.” — as quoted by Diogenes Laërtius Zeno of Citium Copy Share Image
“My face is round, and my cheeks are pinchable, and my ears stick out farther than I'd like.” — Stephanie Perkins 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
