Emily Jane Brontë

(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

Emily Jane Brontë Quotes

  • ''Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Catherine, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 11 (1847). Said to Heathcliff, who had accused her of treating him impersonally.
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  • ''Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Ellen Dean, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 13 (1847). Said of a letter she has received from Isabella, unhappily married to Heathcliff.
  • ''The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Heathcliff, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 11 (1847).
  • ''I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Mr. Lockwood, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 3 (1847).
  • ''Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Nelly, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 7 (1847).
  • ''A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad ... and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Nelly, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 7 (1847). Speaking to Heathcliff.

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Best Poem of Emily Jane Brontë

I Am The Only Being Whose Doom

I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born

In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day

There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here

But those were in the early glow
Of feelings since subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they ...

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Anticipation

How beautiful the earth is still,
To thee - how full of happiness!
How little fraught with real ill,
Or unreal phantoms of distress!
How spring can bring thee glory, yet,
And summer win thee to forget
December's sullen time!
Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,
Of youth's delight, when youth is past,

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