If you ever have laid hands on a copy of ‘Wuthering Heights’, you would know the brilliance of Emily Bronte. A powerfully talented writer, novelist and poet, Bronte was a well-known English poet who gave English literature the classic novel, ‘Wuthering Heights’. Born to a clergyman father, Emily was the third of the four children born to Senior Bronte. Much like her sisters, Emily enjoyed writing poetry and novels. She often wrote under the pseudonym Ellis Bell. Much of Emily’s earliest works revolve around the fictional world, Gondal, an imaginary place and inhabitants that she created in her books. Bronte’s big leap came in 1847 with her defining work, ‘Wuthering Heights’. Interestingly, the book gained limelight only after Bronte’s death and developed a reputation of a masterpiece. Bronte’s genius as a prolific writer can also be seen in her quotes that in few words convey a deeper meaning and thought. They cover a wide variety of subjects’ right from love, friendship, faith, living, death, spirituality and so on. Check this write-up and find some of the best quotes by Emily Bronte.
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.
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
Emily Brontë
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
Emily Brontë
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.
He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
Emily Brontë
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
Emily Brontë
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Emily Brontë
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
Emily Brontë
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable."
"Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.
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?
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
Emily Brontë
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends: they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies.
Emily Brontë
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
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?
The old church tower and garden wall
Are black with autumn rain
And dreary winds foreboding call
The darkness down again
Emily Brontë
Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!
He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.
Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change.
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