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Quotes About Intensity

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.
~ Emily Bronte
Si él la amase con toda la fuerza de su alma mezquina, no la amaría en ochenta años tanto como yo en un día.
~ Emily Bronte
I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind...So don't talk of our seperation again...
~ Emily Bronte
She was a wild, wicked, slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.
~ Emily Bronte
İşte Edgar'la hislerimiz aras?ndaki fark bu. Åžayet Edgar'?n yerinde olsayd?m, ondan hayat?m? zehir eden bir kinle nefret etmeme raÄŸmen gene de ona elimi kald?rmazd?m. Sen istediÄŸin kadar inanma bana! Catherine istediÄŸi sürece, kendisini onun dostluÄŸundan yoksun b?rakmazd?m. Ne zaman ki Catherine ona kar?? ilgisini yitirir, iÅŸte o zaman onun kalbini söker, kan?n? içerdim!
~ Emily Bronte
You know as well as I do, that for every thought she spends on Linton, she spends a thousand on me!
~ Emily Bronte
His frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates- a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.
~ Emily Bronte
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him — Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse — It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
~ Emily Bronte
Ma, Heathcliff, se ora ti sfidassi, ne avresti ancora il coraggio? Se vieni ti terrò con me; non voglio giacere sola. Se mi seppellissero a dodici piedi di profondità e la chiesa crollasse su di me, io non riposerò fin che tu non mi sarai vicino.
~ Emily Bronte
Sí. Qué tontería. ¡Como si me importara! —repuso Catherine irritada—¿Y qué me quieres decir con eso? —Quiero que veas que a mí sí me importa. —dijo Heathcliff.
~ Emily Bronte
he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as i could in a day. (heathcliff about edgar, ch. XIV, p. 148)
~ Emily Bronte
Usted sabe tan bien como yo que por cada pensamiento que dedique a Linton tiene mil para mí
~ Emily Bronte
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…
~ Emily Bronte
she thinks of me a thousand times more… It's just not possible for him to love like me.
~ Emily Bronte
Pa ni prva junakinja tog imena [Catherine] nije bez odre?ene ?udne ljepote u svojem divljaštvu, niti je nepoštena usred izopa?ene strasti i strastvene izopa?enosti.
~ Emily Bronte
Heathcliff is more myself than I am.
~ Emily Bronte
He could not love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?
~ Emily Bronte
Mislim da se srž sveg ludila u svijetu nastanila u mojem mozgu onoga dana kada sam svoju sudbinu povezala s njegovom!
~ Emily Bronte
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.  And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him.  Tush!  He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse.  It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?
~ Emily Bronte
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. 
~ Emily Bronte
for every thought she spends on Linton, she spends a thousand on me!
~ Emily Bronte
Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
~ Emily Bronte
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad!
~ Emily Bronte
Teu sangue sempre calmo não conhece as ardências da febre. Tuas veias estão cheias de água gelada. Mas as minhas fervem e, diante de semelhante frieza, pulam.
~ Emily Bronte