Quotes from Emily Bronte

She never had power to conceal her passion, it always set her whole complexion in a blaze.

Is it that they think it a duty to be continually talking,' pursued she: 'and so never pause to think, but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves, or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse?

I am now quite content in my seeking pleasure in society be it country or town, a sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

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! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

False friends will launch their covert sneers; True friends will wish me dead; And I shall cause the bitterest tears That you have ever shed.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

Me thinks this heart should rest awhile... / Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze / Wave their light leaves in summer's glow... / And I lament because I know / That cold departure pictures mine.

It ended. Well, we must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering - and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that one's interest was not the chief consideration in the other's thoughts.

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.

When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.

And my heart aches, in hopeless pain Exhausted with repinings vain, That I shall greet them ne'er again!

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!