Quotes from Emily Bronte

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

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 see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

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 inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

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.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

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

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.

I never told my love vocally still.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in 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.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

I wish I could hold you, " she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!

Love is like the wild-rose briar; Friendship is like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly?

Worthless as wither'd weeds.