Tag: Wuthering Heights

“If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“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…” Wuthering Heights by Jane Eyre

“Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss’s neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?”  Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“Two words would comprehend my future—death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell. Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton’s attachment more than mine. If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him. Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“Two words would comprehend my future — death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“He… was attached by ties stronger than reason could break — chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“I’ll go with him as far as the park,’ he said. ‘You’ll go with him to hell!’ exclaimed his master,” or whatever relation he bore.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free . . . and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!”  Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

“It’s wrong to anticipate evil.” Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte