Emily Bronte Quotes (99 Quotes)

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.

Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!

Is Mr. Heathcliff a man If so, is he mad And if not, is he a devil I sha'n't tell my reasons for making this inquiry but I beseech you to explain, if you can, what I have married . . .

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

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

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

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly.

Oh dreadful is the check - intense the agony - When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

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

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you Oh, God it is unutterable I cannot live without my life I cannot live without my soul.

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

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

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

Terror made me cruel.

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

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

But this world's life has much to dread,
Not so, my Father, with the dead.

Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.

The wild deer browse above her breast;
The wild birds raise their brood;
And they, her smiles of love caressed,
Have left their solitude!

I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.

Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

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.

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish'd with the morn:

You said I killed you - haunt me, then The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you.

Thy love I will not, will not share;
Thy hatred only wakes a smile;
Thy griefs may wound - thy wrongs may tear,
But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!

A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish and, after all, I believe she meant no harm for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort 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.

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
Like petrel on the sea.

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?

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.

Cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave

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

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the worlds storm-troubled sphere I see heavens glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

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.

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

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.

The world is going; dark world, adieu!

And even for that spirit, seer,
I've watched and sought my life - time long;
Sought him in heaven, hell, earth and air -
An endless search, and always wrong!

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

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move mens hearts unutterably vain Worthless and withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

Were we not friends from childhood?

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. and Catherine has a heart as deep as I have the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him.

I had no one to love me there,
I knew no comrade and no friend;
And so I went to sorrow where
Heaven, only heaven saw me bend.