90 Quotes by Emily Bronte
Emily Brontë, an English novelist and poet, is best known for her only novel, "Wuthering Heights." Despite her relatively brief life, Brontë left an enduring impact on literature with her dark and passionate exploration of human emotions and relationships. "Wuthering Heights," with its tumultuous love story set against the moody backdrop of the Yorkshire moors, defied conventions of its time and challenged societal norms. Brontë's complex characters and her ability to delve into the depths of human psychology set her work apart as a masterpiece of Gothic literature. Her writing style, marked by vivid imagery and intense emotional depth, continues to captivate readers and inspire discussions about love, vengeance, and the human spirit.
Emily Bronte Quotes
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
She burned too bright for this world.
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.
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 will walk where my own nature would be leading.
No coward soul is mine.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
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.
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
Terror made me cruel.
He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire
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
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.
I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
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?
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.
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.
I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again - it is hers yet - he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it.
I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
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.
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!
how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling
You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.
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.
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
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.
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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.
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
He’s more myself than I am
I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.
But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.
Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven.
― Emily Bronte Quotes
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