English novelist (1818-1848)
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
EMILY BRONTË
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 BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
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 BRONTË
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.
EMILY BRONTË
Last Lines
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there.
EMILY BRONTË
"I Am the Only Being"
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 BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends -- they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
EMILY BRONTË
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!
EMILY BRONTË
Hope
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure -- secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day.
EMILY BRONTË
"I Am the Only Being"
Let grief distract the sufferer's breast,
And night obscure his way;
They hasten him to endless rest,
And everlasting day.
EMILY BRONTË
A Day Dream
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
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving --
Come back and dwell with me.
EMILY BRONTË
"Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee"
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 BRONTË
Self-Interrogation
I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
EMILY BRONTË
Wuthering Heights