Emily Bronte Quotes

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I have dreamed 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.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

She burned too bright for this world.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

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.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.

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.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.