Quotes from Emily Bronte

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! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe, I know that ghosts have wanderedon earth. 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 cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

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.

The grey church looked greyer, and the lonely church looked lonelier.

The service lasted precisely three hours; and yet my brother had the face to exclaim, when he saw us descending, ' ''What, done already?'' 'On Sunday evenings we used to be permitted to play, if we did not make much noise; now a mere titter is sufficient to send us into corners!

My poor little sister-in-law is breaking her heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn … who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?

Don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile — don't.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

While I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored

We do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. 

I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether undervalued and uncoveted by me.'' Heathcliff