Emily Bronte

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, _x000D_ So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; _x000D_ And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, _x000D_ Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

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.

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

I never told my love vocally still.

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.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

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.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

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.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff! 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.

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

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.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.