Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEEvery leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
EMILY BRONTEI have fled my country and gone to the heather.
EMILY BRONTEYou know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
EMILY BRONTEOh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
EMILY BRONTEMy love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
EMILY BRONTEWorthless as wither’d weeds.
EMILY BRONTEThey forgot everything the minute they were together again.
EMILY BRONTEI 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.
EMILY BRONTEHonest people don’t hide their deeds.
EMILY BRONTEHe’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
EMILY BRONTEYou have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
EMILY BRONTEA sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTEAny relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTEI 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.
EMILY BRONTEYou must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
EMILY BRONTEI will walk where my own nature would be leading.
EMILY BRONTE