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.
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  • ''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).
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  • ''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).
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  • ''Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.''
    Emily Brontë (1818-1848), British novelist, poet. Nelly, in Wuthering Heights, ch. 7 (1847).
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  • ''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

Come, Walk With Me

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we ...

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Sympathy

There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?