Top 100 Emily Bronte Quotes
#2. I reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer.
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#3. Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
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#4. I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
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#5. Don't get the expression of a vicious cur that appears to know the kicks it gets are its desert, and yet hates all the world, as well as the kicker, for what it suffers.
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#6. She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!
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#7. 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.
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#8. Catherine's face was just like the landscape - shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.
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#9. 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.
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#10. I have to remind myself to breathe
almost to remind my heart to beat!
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#11. by a change of scene. The master told me to light a fire in the many-weeks' deserted parlour, and to set an easy-chair in the sunshine by the window; and then he brought her down, and she sat a long while enjoying the genial heat, and, as we expected, revived
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#13. They could not every day sit so grim and taciturn; and it was impossible, however ill-tempered they might be, that the universal scowl they wore was their every-day countenance.
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#14. To-day, I will seek not the shadowy region;
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.
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#15. Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
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#16. I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs ... Perhaps I am an exception.
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#17. You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!
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#18. I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
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#19. But there's this difference; one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.
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#20. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
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#21. Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
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#22. He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
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#23. 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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#24. He was always greedy; though what he grasps with one hand he flings away wit the other.
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#25. he is continually among his books, since he has no other society.
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#26. Come in! come in !' he sobbed.
'Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!
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#27. I was weeping as much for him as her: we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.
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#28. This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.
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#29. 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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#30. You shall not leave me in that temper.
I should be miserable all night, and I won't be miserable for you!
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#31. Nature and Books belong to the eyes that see them.
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#32. Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar stairs with vexatious phlegm.
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#33. No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk
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#34. Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point - one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed - they contrived in the end to reach it.
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#35. 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.
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#36. You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!
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#37. She's fainted, or dead,' I thought: 'so much the better. Far better
that she should be dead, than lingering a burden and a misery-maker to
all about her.
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#38. Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
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#39. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.
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#40. Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.
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#41. I went about my house hold duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body.
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#42. And I pray one prayer
I repeat it till my tongue stiffens
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you
haunt me, then! ... Be with me always
take any form
drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
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#43. For she is hard to guide any way but her own.
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#44. And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
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#45. It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
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#46. Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?
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#47. Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and weaker man ... One hoped, the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.
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#48. It's a pity he cannot kill himself with drink.
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#49. I remember the master, before he fell into a doze, stroking her bonny hair - it pleased him rarely to see her gentle - and saying - 'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?' And she turned her face up to his, and laughed, and answered, 'Why cannot you always be a good man, father?
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#50. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
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#51. Really, Miss Catherine, how can I know?' I replied. 'To be sure, considering the exhibition you performed in his presence this afternoon, I might say it would be wise to refuse him: since he asked you after that, he must either be hopelessly stupid or a venturesome fool.
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#52. 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!
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#53. Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.
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#54. It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes
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#55. 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.
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#56. - sit down and take dinner with us - a guest that is safe from repeating his visit, can generally be made welcome ...
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#57. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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#58. A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.
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#59. I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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#60. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
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#61. The subjects had, indeed, risen vividly on my mind. As I saw them with the spiritual eye, before I attempted to embody them, they were striking; but my hand would not second my fancy, and in each case it had wrought out but a pale portrait of the thing I had conceived.
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#62. I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free ... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!
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#63. He would have recoiled still more had he been aware that her attachment rose unsolicited, and was bestowed where it awakened no reciprocation of sentiment; for the minute he discovered its existence, he laid the blame on Heathcliff's deliberate designing.
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#64. Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living
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#65. I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. And they have all turned to enemies in a few hours: they have, I'm positive; the people here. How dreary to meet death, surrounded by their cold faces!
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#66. Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.
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#67. I'd soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!
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#68. Is she sane?' asked Mrs. Linton, appealing to me. 'I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and you point out any charm it could have had for you.
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#69. You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?
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#70. And you, you worthless - ' he broke out as I entered, turning to his daughter-in-law, and employing an epithet as harmless as duck, or sheep, but generally represented by a dash - .
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#71. I have dreamt 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. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.
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#72. Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!
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#73. Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.
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#74. I swear, on my salvation, he's going to his grave, and none but you can save him!
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#75. There was less of the peevish temper of a child which frets and teases on purpose to be soothed, and more of the self-absorbed moroseness of a confirmed invalid, repelling consolation, and ready to regard the good-humoured mirth of others, as an insult.
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#76. That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.
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#77. The world is surely not worth living now, is it?
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#78. What is that apathetic being doing?' she demanded, pushing the thick entangled locks from her wasted face. 'Has he fallen into a lethargy, or is he dead?
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#79. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
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#80. 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!
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#81. It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.
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#82. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character and acting on the false impressions she cherished.
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#83. The young man evidently thought it too bad that he should be laughed at for his ignorance, and then laughed at for trying to remove it.
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#84. 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 ...
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#85. What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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#86. Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs, I sat still; but, imagining they would scarcely understand tacit insults, I unfortunately indulged in winking and making faces at the trio, and some turn of my physiognomy so irritated madam, that she suddenly broke into a fury and leapt on my knees.
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#87. Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.
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#88. By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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#89. Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!
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#90. I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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#91. And you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you. All seems smooth and easy: where is the obstacle?"
"Here! and here!" replied Catherine, striking one hand on her forehead, and another on her breast: "in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced I'm wrong!
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#92. 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 no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong.
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#93. He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears, or render my hilarity audible.
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#94. For himself, he grew desperate; his sorrow was of the king that will not lament, he neither wept nor prayed - he cursed and defied - execrated God and man, and gave himself up to reckless dissipation.
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#95. If you strike me, Hareton will strike you! So you may as well sit down.
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#96. I shall never be there but once more,' said the invalid; 'and then you'll leave me, and I shall remain for ever. Next spring you'll long again to have me under this roof, and you'll look back and think you were happy to-day.
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#97. If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day.
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#98. He possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten.
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#99. 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.
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#100. 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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