Quotes by Emily Brontë

As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

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

When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didnt know; but she felt so afraid of dying!

... I love him... not because hes handsome... but because hes more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same...

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?

I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living

I’ll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!

I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. It ended. Well, we must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering- and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the ones interest was not in the chief consideration in the others thoughts.

You shall not leave me in that temper.I should be miserable all night, and I won’t be miserable for you!

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished,And even Despair was powerless to destroy,Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;Then did I check the tears of useless passion,Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;Sternly denied its burning wish to hastenDown to that tomb already more than mine!And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in memorys rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.~Heathcliff

In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine, connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least – for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! 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!

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.I shall smile when wreaths of snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night’s decayUshers in a drearier day.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

But I begin to fancy you dont like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)

“The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.”

“If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”

“He’s more myself than I am”

“And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”