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
pain thinking hands
He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!' 'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.' 'No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. 'I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain.
ocean rain kissing
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
believe heart hair
And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair on his head!
wall rain autumn
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
people forgiving wicked
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
long may heathcliff
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
littles remember daily-life
I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
weed moving heart
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
love mind cold-mountain
Nelly, I am Heathcliff! 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.
rocks delight littles
My love for Heathchiff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
country men solitude
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.
lying fall drunk
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.
weather rose snow
...I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow...
soul storm coward
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...