Quotes from Emily Bronte

and firstly, let me beware of the fascination that lurks in Catherine Heathcliff's brilliant eyes. I should be in a curious taking if I surrendered my heart to that young person, and the daughter turned out a second edition of the mother.

Pero no tendrá usted ganas, señor Lockwood, de oírme moralizar. Usted es tan capaz como yo de juzgar todo esto por sí mismo, o por lo menos se creerá usted capaz de hacerlo, que viene a ser lo mismo.

Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me?

He's not a human being,' she retorted; 'and he has no claim on my charity. 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: and I would not, though he groaned from this or his dying day, and wept tears of blood for Catherine!

Some say once a word is said it's dead. I say it just begins to live that day.

everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.

I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own.  That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity!

every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.

Casar-me com Heathcliff agora me degradaria; por isso, ele nunca vai saber quanto eu o amo; e o amo não por ele ser bonito, Nelly, mas por ele ser mais eu do que eu própria sou. Não sei de que nossas almas são constituídas, mas a dele e a minha são iguais, e a de Linton é tão diferente quanto um raio de luar de um relâmpago, ou a geada do fogo

Yak???kl? olduÄŸu için deÄŸil, Nelly, benden daha fazla ben olduÄŸu için seviyorum onu. Ruhlar?m?z neden yap?lm?? bilmiyorum ama onunkiyle benimki ayn?.

Ognuno di noi ha dovuto cominciare, incespicando e barcollando sulla soglia, e se i nostri insegnanti ci avessero scherniti anziché aiutarci, continueremmo ancora oggi a incespicare e a barcollare.

Zindanda yatan için zindandaki örümceÄŸin çekiciliÄŸi, köÅŸkte oturan için köÅŸkteki örümceÄŸin çekiciliÄŸinden farkl?d?r.

Whatever the hell our souls are made out, hers and mine are the same.

they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed and listened, I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

Sana iki kelimeyle gelecekte ne halde olaca??m? anlatmam gerekseydi 'ölümle cehennem' derdim. Onu kaybettikten sonra hayat bana cehennem olur.

Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll keep you. I'll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won't rest till you are with me. I never will.

Ve ya??yorsam eÄŸer, ben onda ya??yorum. Her ÅŸey yok olup kaybolsa, geriye sadece bir o kalsa, ben de var olmaya devam ederdim. Ama her ÅŸey yerinde kald??? halde sadece o yok olsa, bu koca evren ba??ma y?k?l?r, varl???m? sürdüremezdim.

remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

Él no sabrá nunca cuánto le amo, y eso no es porque sea guapo, Neli, sino porque es más que yo misma. De lo que sea que nuestras almas estén hechas, la suya y la mía son lo mismo

I have not broken your heart — you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

Debería de odiar y amar disimulándolo, y seguramente hubiera considerado como un impertinente a quien lo amase o le odiase, a su vez.

Neli, yo soy Heathcliff, él está siempre, siempre en mi mente; no como un placer, como yo no soy un placer para mí misma, sino como mi propio ser".

Yo no he destrozado tu corazón, tú lo has destrozado y, al hacerlo, has destrozado el mío".

Next morning—bright and cheerful out of doors—stole softened in through the blinds of the silent room, and suffused the couch and its occupant with a mellow, tender glow. Edgar Linton had his head laid on the pillow, and his eyes shut. His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace.