Emily Bronte
Emily Bronte
Emily Jane Brontë was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. Emily was the third eldest of the four surviving Brontë siblings, between the youngest Anne and her brother Branwell. She wrote under the pen name Ellis Bell...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 July 1818
CityWest Yorkshire, England
running work sleep
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.
life clouds effort
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
care please hard
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
heart ugly faces
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.
running selfish long
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
should existence notion
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
bending
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
strange hated loving-me
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
honesty reality people
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
adventure soul coward
No coward soul is mine.
love romantic passion
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.
country blow wind
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.
good-night revenge angel
However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!
world this-world burned
She burned too bright for this world.