Quote by Emily Brontë Download Open image ““She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.”” — Emily Brontë ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.3 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“A girl so full of wildness and passion and rage that maybe she couldn't contain the whole of herself.” — Lili Wilkinson Copy Share Image
“There were thousands of children just like her in the world. She had walked through the fire and come out the other side scorched,… — J.L. Murphey Copy Share Image
“Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is… — Nikita Gill Copy Share Image
“She was a dangerous, dangerous girl. A plague. A Mountain of Adamant who tore the iron from ships, sinking them to their watery graves… — Renee Ahdieh Copy Share Image
“She was sweetness and light, gentleness and goodness, and the burning and searing goal of all his earthly hunts and fascinations.” — Sylvain Reynard Copy Share Image
“Why, after all, did she do these things? Why seek pinnacles and stand drenched in fire? Might it consume her anyhow! Burn her to… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It was fun playing with fire, but she wasn’t a girl who liked to get burned.” — Carol Rose Copy Share Image
“The wildfire in the girl’s eyes had turned into a scorching blue flame. Such rage, she thought with a shiver. Such simmering rage.” — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“The flames that popped up wouldn't stop coming. Like they were coming straight from her soul. Straight from her anger. Her rage coming out… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring… — robert m drake 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
