Emily Bronte, Annabella Bloom (2010). It vexes me to choose another guide:

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

Because ... nothing God or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous. “The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.456, Penguin.

Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. 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. “The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.376, Penguin, Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, Anne Bronte (2014). "Wuthering Heights", www.imdb.com. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly? Oh, God! I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. I can not live without my life!

only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Do I want to live?

Be the first to learn about new releases! Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. “The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.424, Penguin, Emily Bronte “Wuthering Heights”, Lulu.com, Emily Bronte, Annabella Bloom (2010). You deserve this. would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?”, “I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!”, “My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. I cannot live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”, “I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”, “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.”, “Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”, “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”, “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”, “I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? 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. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! Goodreads helps you follow your favorite authors. So much the worse for me that I am strong. it is unutterable!

You have killed yourself.

Oh, God!

Oh! I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide. The murdered do haunt their murderers. “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. I love my murderer—but yours! Oh, God! BrainyQuote has been providing inspirational quotes since 2001 to our worldwide community. only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!”, “Why did you betray your own heart Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave. I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you. I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. I forgive what you have done to me. Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side. They cover a wide variety of subjects’ right from love, friendship, faith, living, death, spirituality and so on. Where is she? Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. Do I want to live?

“The Bronte Sisters: Three Novels: Jane Eyre; Wuthering Heights; and Agnes Grey (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.473, Penguin. "Fictional character: Heathcliff". Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where?

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. So much the worse for me that I am strong. “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he … How can I?”, “May she wake in torment!" Oh, God! I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it. would you like to live with your soul in the grave? And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.”, “If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”, “You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Nelly, I am Healthcliff! I cannot live without my soul!”, “Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.”, “He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”, “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”, “It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free. Check this write-up and find some of the best quotes by Emily Bronte.