Quotes About Emily Brontë

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

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.

Earnshaw was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point—one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed—they contrived in the end to reach it.

He was, and is yet, most likely, the wearisomest, self-righteous pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself, and fling the curses on his neighbours.

A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.

Is she sane?' asked Mrs. Linton, appealing to me. 'I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, Isabella; and you point out any charm it could have had for you.

but both their minds tending to the same point—one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed—they contrived in the end to reach it.

I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling—to manifestations of mutual kindliness.

Perhaps your envy counselled her Heathcliff to rob me of my treasures? But I've most of them written on my brain and printed in my heart, and you cannot deprive me of those.

But no brutality disgusted her: I suppose she has an innate admiration for it, if only her precious person were secure from injury!

Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.

invariably to me, I know, and to any person who saw her, I should think--refuted more tangible proofs of convalescence, and stamped her as one doomed to decay.

I've known a hundred kinds of love; ?All made the loved one rue; And what is thine that it should prove ?Than other love, more true?

No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk

Because you are not fit to go there,' I answered. 'All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

And would it not be foolish to mourn a calamity above twenty years beforehand?

Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!

I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.

her humour was a mere vane for constantly varying caprices.

But cheer up! He died true to his character: drunk as a lord.

and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, that would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn and a kind of desperation

she has thrown herself away upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed!

Why do you want to convince me there's no happiness in the world?