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
among bank bees blue bright evening heath high hot humming july lying manner middle morning shining singing sky spending steadily sun till
He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly.
agony begins brain check dreadful ear eye flesh intense pulse soul
Oh! dreadful is the check - intense the agony - / When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; / When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; / The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
afternoon half heath instead mind mud spend study wuthering yesterday
Yesterday afternoon set in misty and cold. I had half a mind to spend it by my study fire, instead of wading through heath and mud to Wuthering Heights.
enemy violence resorts
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
strange hated loving-me
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
adventure soul coward
No coward soul is mine.
bending
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
gothic heathcliff destruction
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
good-night revenge angel
However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!
i-love-him night may
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.
heartbreak broken degradation
You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff
stills
I never told my love vocally still.
dirty please
I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
remember-you remembers-you deeds
Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.