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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!
- Emily Bronte
Being repulsed continually hardened her.
- Emily Bronte
You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!
- Emily Bronte
It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.
- Emily Bronte
He quite deserted! we separated! she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen — for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff! Oh, that's not what I intend — that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime.
- Emily Bronte
I can't rest now, Nelly, although I'm so tired. You may as well tell a man who's struggling through the sea to rest within an arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
- Emily Bronte
How often am I to call you? There are only a few red ashes now. Joseph! come this moment.' Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear
- Emily Bronte
Together they would brave satan and all his legions.
- Emily Bronte
Happily, the architect had foresight to build it strong: the narrow windows are deeply set in the wall, and the corners defended with large jutting stones. Before
- Emily Bronte
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.
- Emily Bronte
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn … who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?
- Emily Bronte
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.
- Emily Bronte