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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.
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
- Vain are the thousand creeds
- That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
- Worthless as withered weeds,
- Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
EMILY BRONTE, Last Lines
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
- Though earth and man were gone,
- And suns and universes ceased to be,
- And Thou wert left alone,
- Every existence would exist in Thee.
- Let grief distract the sufferer's breast,
- And night obscure his way;
- They hasten him to endless rest,
- And everlasting day.
EMILY BRONTE, A Day Dream
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
- Hope, whose whisper would have given
- Balm to all my frenzied pain,
- Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
- Went, and ne'er returned again!
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
- 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?
Emily Brontë, Love and Friendship
The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always -- take any form -- drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
EMILY BRONTE, Wuthering Heights
- Look on the grave where thou must sleep
- Thy last, and strongest foe;
- It is endurance not to weep,
- If that repose seem woe.
EMILY BRONTE, Self-Interrogation
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