Quotes from Emily Bronte

I shall never be there but once more,' said the invalid; 'and then you'll leave me, and I shall remain for ever.  Next spring you'll long again to have me under this roof, and you'll look back and think you were happy to-day.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. 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. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; . . .

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that god or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. - Heathcliff

Bésame y llora todo lo que quieras, arráncame besos y lágrimas, que ellas te abrasarán y serán tu condenación. Tú misma te has matado.

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. There were no mutual concessions; one stood erect, and the others yielded;

I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling—to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again.

Como nem a desgraça, nem a degradação, nem a morte, nem coisa alguma que Deus ou Satanás pudesse infligir-nos conseguiria separar-nos, você, movida pela sua própria vontade, acabou nos separando.

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!

People who do their duty are always finally rewarded.

That made her cry, at first; and then, being repulsed continually hardened her, and she laughed if I told her to say she was sorry for her faults and beg to be forgiven.

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

But he was too good to be thoroughly unhappy long.

Él nunca llegará a saber cuánto le quiero, y no porque sea guapo, sino porque hay más de mí en él que en mí misma.

and who can be ill natured and bad tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?

Si él la amase con toda la fuerza de su alma mezquina, no la amaría en ochenta años tanto como yo en un día.

I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind...So don't talk of our seperation again...

I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him.

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:

Katilimi seviyorum ama ya senin katilini! Onu nas?l affedebilirim?

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.  My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Papa talks enough of my defects, and shows enough scorn of me, to make it natural I should doubt myself - I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently; and then I feel so cross and bitter, I hate everybody!

She was a wild, wicked, slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep ?without identity. and never care how rain may steep, ?or snow may cover me –