Emily Brontë Quotes

Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.

She started writing notes and keeping them under her pillow, and then she started writing them on her pillowcase, hoping they would help her have better dreams. And if she couldn’t sleep, she could just read them and be reminded of something so stunningly beautiful that her heart would swell and her bones would sigh and for just a second, the world would not seem like it was going to crush her.

Two words would comprehend my future — death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

"Една неистова любов, обсебване, зараза на душата, от която никъде не можеш да се скриеш, от която никога не можеш да избягаш. Любов по-страшна от страха, по-жива от живота. Няма думи, свещи, комплименти. Няма тела. Нито цветя и усмивки. Няма аз и ти, ние двамата. Любов, в която аз съм ти." - Брулени Хълмове

I have dreamt 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. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

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.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

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.

Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer — but yours! How can I?

You said I killed you-haunt me, then! [...] Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

But, thou art ever there, to bring The hovering vision back, and breathe New glories o'er the blighted spring, And call a lovelier Life from Death, And whisper, with a voice divine, Of real worlds, as bright as thine.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?