Quotes by : Emily Brontë

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

... He spoke in the deep tenderness of one about to leave his treasure amid perils and foes, where his....

Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always....

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget....

I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither....

To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding.

The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest....

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

And from the midst of cheerless gloomI passed to bright unclouded day.

She burned too bright for this world.