Quotes from Emily Bronte

He quite deserted! we separated! she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen — for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff! Oh, that's not what I intend — that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime.

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn - Stars

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.

Spellbound The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow. And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.

They do live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface change, and frivolous external things.

I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this: I 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.' '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.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle, and dance in a glorious jubilee.

It formed a sweet picture.  The long light hair curled slightly on the temples; the eyes were large and serious; the figure almost too graceful.  I did not marvel how Catherine Earnshaw could forget her first friend for such an individual.

Be with me always, Take any form, Drive me mad, only don't leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you

Every Linton on the face of the Earth could melt into nothing before I'd agree to give up Heathcliff.

She has thrown herself away upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed!

One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: