Emily Bronte Quotes

Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

She burned too bright for this world.

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

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.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

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.

He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.

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 shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

He’s more myself than I am

how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

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.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.