My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Emily Bronte More Quotes by Emily Bronte More Quotes From Emily Bronte I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire. Emily Bronte i-love-him fire men He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!' 'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.' 'No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. 'I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain. Emily Bronte pain hands thinking She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content. Emily Bronte angel eye sweet 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. Emily Bronte i-love-him may night I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again - it is hers yet - he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it. Emily Bronte digging hard-work air You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you. Emily Bronte forgive-me forgiving And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day. Emily Bronte gloom midst cheer He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again. Emily Bronte esteem species hate I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink. Emily Bronte daily-life littles remember And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair on his head! Emily Bronte hair heart believe how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling Emily Bronte ice-water veins mines The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again Emily Bronte autumn wall rain 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 Emily Bronte degradation heartbreak broken Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down! Emily Bronte bulls skulls sorry He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares! Emily Bronte soil care might But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest. Emily Bronte struggle water men Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it. Emily Bronte know-me ashamed everyday Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point - one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed - they contrived in the end to reach it. Emily Bronte philosopher wish mind Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire Emily Bronte lightning soul fire You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death! Emily Bronte struggle feels long
