Quotes from Emily Bronte

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.' ... So I chattered on; and Heathcliff gradually lost his frown, and began to look quite pleasant...

The giant trees are bending. Their bear boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.

powiedzia?am mu, ?e jego niebo by?oby md?e i nudne, a on odpar?, ?e moje by?oby pijane.

All day had been flooding with rain; we could not go to church, so Joseph must needs get up a congregation in the garret; and, while Hindley and his wife were basked downstairs before a fire … Heathcliff, myself and the unhappy plough-boy were commanded to take out Prayer-books and mount - we were ranged in a row, on a sack of corn, groaning and shivering, and hoping that Joseph would shiver too, so that he might give us a short homily for his own sake. A vain idea!

I have to remind myself to breathe - almost to remind my heart to beat! And it is like bending back a stiff spring ... it is by compulsion, ..

Un hombre sensato debe tener bastante compañía consigo mismo. -¡Magnífica compañía- murmuró Heathcliff [...]

I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this - I pray every night that I may love after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be - that proves I love him better than myself.

He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. 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.

I might as well have struggled with a bear or reasoned with a lunatic.

He tears down my handiwork, boxes my ears, and croaks: ' ''T' maister nobbut just buried, and Sabbath nut oe'red, und t' sahnd uh't gospel still i' yer lugs, and yah darr be laiking! shame on ye! sit ye dahn, ill childer! they's good books enough if ye'll read 'em; sit ye dahn, and think uh yer sowls!

Dois dias é muito para quem viveu de água fria e maus pensamentos. Nelly para Catherine, quando Catherine delirara durante dias.

The notion of envying Catherine was incomprehensible to him, but the notion of grieving her, he understood clearly enough.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees—my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath—a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

honest people don't hide their deeds. (Nelly about Heathcliff, ch. X, p. 103)

My poor little sister-in-law is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.

i pray every night that i may live after him; because i would rather be miserable than that he should be (cathy about edgar, ch. VIII, p. 231)

mr heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from your greater misery! (cathy to heathcliff, ch. XV, p. 288)

I said his heaven would only be 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 ... 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.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn … who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?

don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile — don't.

Try for yourself, if that be your spirit. I have done, and yield the argument to your saucy insolence.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.