Top 100 Quotes About Emily Bronte
#1. Imagination makes us aware of limitless possibilities. How many of us haven't pondered the concept of infinity or imagined the possibility of time travel? In one of her poems, Emily Bronte likens imagination to a constant companion, but I prefer to think of it as a built-in entertainment system.
Alexandra Adornetto
#2. Don't you know how much I hero-worshiped you when I was a kid? You
were Marie Curie crossed with Emily Bronte crossed with Joan of Arc to
me when I was ten. And when i told you that, you said my cultural
references were the sign of a colonized mind.
Kamila Shamsie
#3. I grew up in Des Moines. My dad had a house full of books, things like P.G. Wodehouse books and 'Wuthering Heights' by Emily Bronte.
Bill Bryson
#4. Some people are very unfulfilled. In consequence they write passionately good romance because they believe that they could still find happiness. Emily Bronte was not a fulfilled woman but the passion she felt went into Wuthering Heights.
Charlotte Bingham
#5. The really great writers are people like Emily Bronte who sit in a room and write out of their limited experience and unlimited imagination.
James A. Michener
#6. Now that my kids are out of the house, I'm finally able to get to the classics I never read: Emily Bronte, Dylan Thomas, Joseph Heller's 'Catch-22.' It's endless. They're all in this gigantic pile next to my bed.
Robin Wright
#7. To read Helen Macdonald's memoir, H Is for Hawk, is to feel as though Emily Bronte just turned up at your door, trailing all the windy, feral outdoors into your living room.
Maureen Corrigan
#8. The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.
Emily Bronte
#9. You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
Emily Bronte
#10. 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
#11. Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
Emily Bronte
#12. Oh! here we are the same as anywhere else, when you get to know us,' observed Mrs. Dean, somewhat puzzled at my speech.
Emily Bronte
#13. In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven
Emily Bronte
#14. I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said. 'You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master,
Emily Bronte
#15. His features were lost in masses of shaggy hair that hung on his shoulders; and his eyes, too, were like a ghostly Catherine's, with all their beauty annihilated.
Emily Bronte
#16. It is strange how custom can mould our tastes and ideas: many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such complete exile from the world.
Emily Bronte
#18. Whether it is right or advisable to create beings like Heathcliff, I do not know: I scarcely think it is.
Charlotte Bronte
#19. He's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him.
Emily Bronte
#21. I had to read Wuthering Heights for English and I never enjoyed a book in all my life as much as that one.
Marlon Brando
#22. I have a good many books on hand, but I am sorry to say that as usual I make small progress with any.
Emily Bronte
#23. 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
#24. I reject any pretence at kindness you have the hypocrisy to offer.
Emily Bronte
#25. 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.
Emily Bronte
#26. 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.
Emily Bronte
#27. I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
Emily Bronte
#28. 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.
Emily Bronte
#29. Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!
Emily Bronte
#30. I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind ... So don't talk of our seperation again ...
Emily Bronte
#31. She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!
Emily Bronte
#32. They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing.
Emily Bronte
#33. You are my son, then, I'll tell you' and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed.
Emily Bronte
#35. 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.
Emily Bronte
#36. I have a single wish, and my whole being and faculties are yearning to attain it. They have yearned towards it so long, and so unwaveringly, that I'm convinced it will be reached - and soon - because it has devoured my existence: I am swallowed up in the anticipation of its fulfillment.
Emily Bronte
#37. 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.
Emily Bronte
#38. Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Emily Bronte
#39. How often am I to call you? There are only a few red ashes now. Joseph! come this moment.' Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear
Emily Bronte
#40. You are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying ...
Emily Bronte
#41. I brought him down one evening and just set him in a chair, and never touched him afterwards. In two hours, I called Joseph to carry him up again; and, since then, my presence is as potent on his nerves as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me often, though I am not near.
Emily Bronte
#42. No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere ...
Emily Bronte
#43. 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.
Emily Bronte
#44. He is more me than I am' Catherine to Heathcliff
Emily Bronte
#45. 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
#46. I have to remind myself to breathe
almost to remind my heart to beat!
Emily Bronte
#47. I'll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!
Emily Bronte
#48. 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.
Emily Bronte
#49. Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change.
Emily Bronte
#50. It is strange people should be so greedy when they are alone in the world!
Emily Bronte
#51. I never say to him, 'Let this or that enemy alone, because it would be ungenerous or cruel to harm them'; I say, 'Let them alone, because I should hate them to be wronged': and he'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella , if he found you a troublesome charge.
Emily Bronte
#52. If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
Emily Bronte
#53. 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
#54. 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
Emily Bronte
#55. Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
Emily Bronte
#57. We are so isolated here in Haworth, with no one of our own age to befriend, and the men and women of Verdopolis are real, in a way. It wouldn't seem strange to me if ... Someone ... Might even fall in love with one of them.
Lena Coakley
#58. He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Emily Bronte
#59. 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.
Emily Bronte
#60. Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
Emily Bronte
#61. 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.
Emily Bronte
#62. You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
Emily Bronte
#63. 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?
Emily Bronte
#64. I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs ... Perhaps I am an exception.
Emily Bronte
#65. 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!
Emily Bronte
#66. I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
Emily Bronte
#67. I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon.
Emily Bronte
#68. 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
#69. 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.
Emily Bronte
#70. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
Emily Bronte
#71. For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.
Emily Bronte
#72. Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
Emily Bronte
#73. You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
Emily Bronte
#74. But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
Emily Bronte
#75. His reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling - to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again.
Emily Bronte
#76. We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.
Emily Bronte
#77. I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!
Emily Bronte
#78. 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.
Emily Bronte
#79. To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding.
Emily Bronte
#80. 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.
Emily Bronte
#81. If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
Emily Bronte
#82. Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
Emily Bronte
#83. And then, instead of lamenting past calamities we might all cheerfully set to work to remedy them; and the greater the difficulties, the harder our present privations, the greater should be our cheerfulness to endure the latter, and our vigour to contend against the former.
Emily Bronte
#84. Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
Emily Bronte
#85. He was always greedy; though what he grasps with one hand he flings away wit the other.
Emily Bronte
#86. Perhaps your envy counselled her Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot deprive me of those.
Emily Bronte
#87. It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
Emily Bronte
#88. Rogue turned to her, his face no longer quite so hard. A curl of smoke rose from the pistol in his hand. Rotten apples fell from the tree, splatting at her feet. "Poor little girlie," he said, and there did seem to be potty in his voice. "I told you you'd get your fingers bit.
Lena Coakley
#89. he is continually among his books, since he has no other society.
Emily Bronte
#90. We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
Emily Bronte
#91. 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!
Emily Bronte
#92. Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
Emily Bronte
#93. And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.
Emily Bronte
#94. His features were pretty yet, and his eye and complexion brighter than I remembered them, though with merely temporary lustre borrowed from the salubrious air and genial sun.
Emily Bronte
#95. 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.
Emily Bronte
#96. You inquire after my health - it is better; but while I remain cut off from all hope, and doomed to solitude, or the society of those who never did and never will like me, how can I be cheerful and well?
Emily Bronte
#97. Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones. Before
Emily Bronte
#98. 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.
Emily Bronte
#99. 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
#100. You shall not leave me in that temper.
I should be miserable all night, and I won't be miserable for you!
Emily Bronte
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