Quotes from Emily Bronte

Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.

I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair - it pleased him rarely to see her gentle - and saying - 'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father?

He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears, or render my hilarity audible.

Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and weaker man ... One hoped, the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

No coward soul is mine.

For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.

I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reached — and soon — because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfillment.

I care nothing in comparison with papa. And I'll never -- never--oh, never while I have my senses, do an act or say a word to vex him. I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this: 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.

I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon.

Amo a quien me mata! Pero ¿cómo puedo perdonar a quien te mata a ti?

I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

Ma grande raison de vivre, c'est lui. Si tout le reste périssait et que lui demeurât, je continuerais d'exister ; mais si tout le reste demeurait et que lui fût anéanti, l'univers me deviendrait complètement étranger, je n'aurais plus l'air d'en faire partie.

Yo creo que hay fantasmas que vagan por el mundo, lo sé. Quédate siempre conmigo, bajo la forma que quieras, ¡vuélveme loco! Pero lo único que no puedes hacer es dejarme solo en este abismo donde no soy capaz de encontrarte.

Is she sane?' asked Mrs. Linton, appealing to me. 'I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and you point out any charm it could have had for you.

I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.

Si perecieran todas las demás cosas pero me quedara él, podría seguir viviendo. Si, en cambio, todo lo demás permaneciera y él fuera aniquilado, el mundo se me volvería totalmente extraño y no me parecería formar parte de él.

but both their minds tending to the same point—one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed—they contrived in the end to reach it.

She dried her tears, and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow; Nor did discern how all the while That full heart throbbed to overflow. With that sweet look and lively tone, And bright eye shining all the day, They could not guess, at midnight lone How she would weep the time away.

I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation, before any one else beheld it. They would not shut; they seemed to sneer at my attempts, and his parted lips and sharp, white teeth sneered too!

Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.

The subjects had, indeed, risen vividly on my mind. As I saw them with the spiritual eye, before I attempted to embody them, they were striking; but my hand would not second my fancy, and in each case it had wrought out but a pale portrait of the thing I had conceived.

And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!