Emily Bronte Quotes
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Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
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It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
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Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!
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No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.
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Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
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Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
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He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
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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.
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You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she has a right to go if she please. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only me sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.
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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
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Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
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You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
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Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
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I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.