Emily Bronte
Emily Bronte
Emily Jane Brontë was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. Emily was the third eldest of the four surviving Brontë siblings, between the youngest Anne and her brother Branwell. She wrote under the pen name Ellis Bell...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth30 July 1818
CityWest Yorkshire, England
time lasts cold
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
time rocks delight
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.
easter art atoms
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
soulmate i-love-him handsome
...he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same...
secret tears pleasure
In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away
self promise pharisees
Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.
dream prayer moving
Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
ice water veins
how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling
together-again together minutes
They forgot everything the minute they were together again.
slumber earth quiet
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
poison moral virtuous
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
home eye moon
I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.
wall rain autumn
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again
admire charity english-novelist giving leveled
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.