Quotes from Emily Bronte

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free...I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

Pues amo el suelo que pisa y el aire que respira y todo lo que toca y lo que dice. Me gusta su forma de mirar y de comportarse, me gusta todo él de arriba abajo. ¡Ya está!

A mi espalda, brillaba aún el sol y ante mí se levantaba la luna.

I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling—to manifestations of mutual kindliness.

I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell: The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

It is a long fight, I wish it were over!

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:

You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.

Sesini son duyduÄŸumdan beri hayat?m zor mücadelelerle geçti. Beni affet, çünkü bu mücadeleleri s?rf senin için yapt?m.

Dijiste que yo te había matado, ¡pues entonces persígueme! Las víctimas persiguen a sus asesinos.

Perhaps your envy counselled her Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot deprive me of those.

You say I killed you. Haunt me, then!

The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her

Mr. Heathcliff, you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't, from mere malice, destroy, irrevocably, all my happiness.

Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?

The world is surely not worth living now, is it?

For himself, he grew desperate; his sorrow was of the king that will not lament, he neither wept nor prayed - he cursed and defied - execrated God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation.

we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold, and had our teachers scorned, instead of aiding us, we should stumble and totter yet.

The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him…

I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!

Aunque él la amase con toda la fuerza de su mezquino ser, no la amaría tanto en ochenta años como yo en un día

Oh, Dios mío, es inconcebible! ¡No puedo vivir sin mi vida! ¡No puedo vivir si mi alma!