Quotes from Emily Bronte

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 monopolized by him — Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse — It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn - Stars

Vejo na morte um repouso que nem a terra nem o inferno podem romper, e sinto a certeza de uma eternidade sem fim e sem limites — a Eternidade em que o defunto acabou de entrar —, onde a vida perdura para sempre e o amor e a alegria também.

Yo presumí que una persona que podía especular de antemano sobre el giro que daría a sus arrebatos de ira podría, de proponérselo, dominar también esos arrebatos.

Nature est un problème inexplicable; elle existe sur un principe de destruction. Chaque être doit être l'instrument infatigable de la mort d'autrui, ou lui-même doit cesser de vivre, mais néanmoins nous célébrons le jour de notre naissance, et nous louons Dieu pour avoir saisi un tel monde.

No sé qué composición tendrán nuestras almas, pero sea de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía

She abandoned them under a delusion; picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character, and acting on the false impressions she cherished.

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.

This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.  A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours ! How can I?

ocúpate de que me entierren allí en secreto. Y si no lo haces así, ya te demostraré de un modo palpable que los muertos no se disuelven del todo.

my companion is impatient and proposes that we should appropriate the dairy woman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter.

And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! [...] 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! [...] I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!

He is more myself than I am.

Her features were so sad, they did not seem hers:

Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir?  I'd give a great deal to know. I declined answering Mrs. Dean's question, which struck me as something heterodox.  She proceeded: Retracing the course of Catherine Linton, I fear we have no right to think she is; but we'll leave her with her Maker.

Los soberbios dan pábulo a las propias penas.

I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery, and violence, are spears pointed at both ends — they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies.

if i cannot keep heartcliff for my friend — if edgar will be mean and jealous, i'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. (catherine, ch. XI, p. 116)

Ma, Heathcliff, se ora ti sfidassi, ne avresti ancora il coraggio? Se vieni ti terrò con me; non voglio giacere sola. Se mi seppellissero a dodici piedi di profondità e la chiesa crollasse su di me, io non riposerò fin che tu non mi sarai vicino.

the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering;

You enquire after my health — it is better; but while I remain cut off from all hope, and doomed to solitude, or the society of those who never did and never will like me, how can I be cheerful and well?

Sí. Qué tontería. ¡Como si me importara! —repuso Catherine irritada—¿Y qué me quieres decir con eso? —Quiero que veas que a mí sí me importa. —dijo Heathcliff.

i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)