Emily Bronte Quotes

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.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; 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.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath:—a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring.

No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

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