Emily Bronte

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Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Poison
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Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Tea
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Wind
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Lying
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Worthless as wither'd weeds.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Weed
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Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Dream
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Love
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No coward soul is mine.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Adventure
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However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Good Night
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Home
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We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Running
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May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Long
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If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Heaven
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Blood
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wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Slumber
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I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Weather
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The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Half
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Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Men
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: World
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Air
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Children
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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Blow
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Girl
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Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Dog
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Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress And earthy joys are nought to me. Weep not, but think that I have past Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. Have anchored safe and rest at last Where tears and mouring can not come. 'Tis I should weep to leave thee here On that dark ocean sailing drear With storms around and fears before And no kind light to point the shore. But long or short though life may be 'Tis nothing to eternity. We part below to meet on high Where blissful ages never die.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Love
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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!
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Struggle
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Strange
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Weed
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Hate
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I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Crush
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The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Wall
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Appreciate
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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!
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Children
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Angel
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It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Feels
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Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Names
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Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Love
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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
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Heartbreak
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: I Love Him
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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.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Hard Work
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I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!" Will you say so, Heathcliff?
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Children
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He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Hate
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Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Time
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: Rocks
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Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.
- Emily Bronte
Collection: People