Emily Brontë Quotes
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing, ’ she muttered.
It is strange people should be so greedy when they are alone in the world!
But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)
Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence.
However miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery.
Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.
For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.
... I love him... not because he's handsome... but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same...
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?
I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?
I’ll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!
You shall not leave me in that temper.I should be miserable all night, and I won’t be miserable for you!
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.
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 me from fear
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
The nuisance of her presence outweighs the gratification to be derived from tormenting her
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
... He spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his remembered words would be the only aid he could bequeath to guide her.
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
Come in! come in !’ he sobbed.‘Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!
No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk
