If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.— Emily Bronte
The most reckoning Emily Bronte quotes that will activate your inner potential
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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.
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!
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.
She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. 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.
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.
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'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.
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.
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!
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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.
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?
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!
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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!
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
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.
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.
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 wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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.
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods.
Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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.
He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
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.
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?
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
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.
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair; A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
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.
Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
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.
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.