Quotes from Emily Bronte

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 certainly esteem myself a steady, reasonable kind of body,' she said; 'not exactly from living among the hills and seeing one set of faces, and one series of actions, from year's end to year's end; but I have undergone sharp discipline, which has taught me wisdom; and then, I have read more than you would fancy, Mr. Lockwood.  You could not open a book in this library that I have not looked into, and got something out of

I've done no injustice, and I repent of nothing. I'm too happy; and yet I'm not happy enough. My souls bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.

If God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy

To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding.

so foes persue, and cold allies mistrust me, every one: let me be false in others' eyes if faithful in my own

Não sei como explicar; mas você e todo mundo sabe que há, ou ao menos deve haver, uma existência nossa além da nossa própria. Para que serviria a minha criação se eu estivesse toda contida em mim?

por isso ele nunca saberá o quanto o amo: e não por ele ser bonito, Nelly, mas por ele ser mais eu, do que eu própria. Não sei de que são feitas as nossas almas, mas elas são iguais; e a de Linton é tão diferente da minha quanto um raio de lua é diferente de um relâmpago, ou o fogo do gelo.

He did not raise his to her, often; a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers.

It was very, very sad: and while I read I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.

In the chamber of death... I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadow less hereafter-the Eternity they have entered-where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fullness... One might doubt in seasons of cold reflection; but not then in the presence of her corpse. It asserted its own tranquility, which seemed a pledge of equal quiet to its former inhabitant.

nous éprouvons parfois de la pitié pour des êtres qui ne connaissent ce sentiment ni pour eux-mêmes ni pour les autres.

Why do you love him, Miss Cathy? - Nonsense, I do - that's sufficient. - By no means; you must say why? - Well, because he is handsome, and pleasant to be with. - Bad. - And because he's young & cheerful. - Bad, still. - And because he loves me. - Indifferent, coming there. And he will be rich and I shall be the greatest woman of the neighbourhood, and I shall be proud of having such a husband. - Worst of all.

Me pregunte, asombrado, como habia quien pudiera atribuir un descanso atormentaddo a los que duermen en la serenidad de aquella tierra tan tranquila

Bem, amo o chão que ele pisa e o ar que o rodeia e tudo quanto ele toca e tudo o que ele diz. Gosto das feições dele e de todas as suas acções;gosto dele todo. Pronto!

Deixe-me a sós, que preciso pensar; enquanto penso, não sofro...

In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath.

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

Dei-lhe o meu coração e ele o matou e depois o devolveu a mim. As pessoas sentem com o coração, Ellen: uma vez que ele destruiu o meu, não posso sentir nada por ele.

I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.

You shouldn't lie till ten. There's the very prime of the morning gone long before that time. 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.

Todo recuerdo de un difunto es precioso, si se le sigue estimando como cuando vivía.

I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her; I shall be sorry that I must leave them! Will you say so, Heathcliff?