We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
EMILY BRONTEI’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
More Emily Bronte Quotes
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I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs…. Perhaps I am an exception.
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I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
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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.
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I never told my love vocally still.
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You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
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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?
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My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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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.
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I cannot love thee; thou ‘rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God’s pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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