Emily Bronte Quotes (99 Quotes)

He is more me than I am myself

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

Mama never told me I had a father.

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

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

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

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

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.

No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

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

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...

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.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel, and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

I never told my love vocally still.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.

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

All I care about in this goddamn life are me, my drums, and you.

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

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

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

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?

However , it's over, and I'll take no revenge on his folly - I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but I'd ask pardon for provoking it - and, as proof, I'll go make my peace with Edgar instantly - Good night - I'm an angel!

I went about my house hold duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body.

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.

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 no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day.

Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.

I believe the dead are at peace, but it is not right to speak of them with levity.

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

You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!

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.

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.

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

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles.

By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again-it is hers yet-he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it...

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

Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation, before any one else beheld it. They would not shut; they seemed to sneer at my attempts, and his parted lips and sharp, white teeth sneered too!

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

Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point - one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed - they contrived in the end to reach it.

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

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