Emily Bronte Quotes

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

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.

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.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

No coward soul is mine.

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.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

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.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Terror made me cruel.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

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

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

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.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

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

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

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

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

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

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

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

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

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.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

I never told my love vocally still.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.