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  • #1
    Emily Brontë
    “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 Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #2
    Emily Brontë
    “I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. 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: I should not seem a part of it. 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.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #3
    Emily Brontë
    “I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #4
    Emily Brontë
    “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.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #5
    Emily Brontë
    “I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #6
    Emily Brontë
    “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
    Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

  • #7
    Emily Brontë
    “If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #8
    Emily Brontë
    “I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would restrains me. And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I could have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #9
    Emily Brontë
    “I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #10
    Emily Brontë
    “He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
    tags: hate, love

  • #11
    Emily Brontë
    “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)”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #12
    Emily Brontë
    “But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #13
    Emily Brontë
    “I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

  • #14
    Emily Brontë
    “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.”
    Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights



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