Quotes About Nature

i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)

Joseph, hazte cargo del caballo del señor Lockwood; y sube vino. «Supongo que la plantilla de empleados domésticos se reduce a uno —pensé al oír aquella orden múltiple—. No es de extrañar que la hierba crezca entre los adoquines y que el ganado sea el único que poda los setos.»

Everything I do is linked to Heathcliff because it's impossible for us to be separated. My love for Linton is like the leaves on the trees but my love for Heathcliff is like the rocks on the moors. He is always in my mind – so don't ever talk of separation again…

Estén nuestras almas de lo que estén hechas, la suya y la mía son iguales, [...].

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

This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. 

How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget

trn se ne uvija oko kozje krvi nego kozja krv grli trn.

I dream of moon and misty hill Where evening gathers, dark and chill

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. 

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.

every breath from the hills so full of life, that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive.

Casar-me com Heathcliff agora me degradaria; por isso, ele nunca vai saber quanto eu o amo; e o amo não por ele ser bonito, Nelly, mas por ele ser mais eu do que eu própria sou. Não sei de que nossas almas são constituídas, mas a dele e a minha são iguais, e a de Linton é tão diferente quanto um raio de luar de um relâmpago, ou a geada do fogo

Mi amor por Linton es cómo la maleza de los bosques: el tiempo lo cambiará, yo ya sé que el invierno muda los árboles. Mi amor por Heathcliff se parece a las eternas rocas profundas, es fuente de escaso placer visible, pero necesario.

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. Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

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

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.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I know he has a bad nature,' said Catherine: 'he's your son. Bu I'm glad I've a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him. Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery! You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you--nobody will cry for you when you die! I wouldn't be you!

Lui è più me di me stessa. Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono simili; e l'anima di Linton è differente come un raggio di luna dal lampo, o il gelo dal fuoco.

The giant trees are bending. Their bear boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.

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.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn … who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?

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. 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.