Top 147 Quotes & Sayings by Emily Bronte
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Last updated on December 23, 2024.
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
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.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
Terror made me cruel.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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.
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
He’s more myself than I am
Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.
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.
I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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!
I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
She burned too bright for this world.
And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
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;
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.
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.
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.
Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
No coward soul is mine.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
Worthless as wither'd weeds.
I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.
how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling
I will walk where my own nature would be leading.
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.
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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