Emily Bronte Quotes, Thoughts and images

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

She burned too bright for this world.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

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

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.

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.

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

He’s more myself than I am

how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

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

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

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.

No coward soul is mine.

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

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.