441 Quotes by Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

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.

Worthless as wither’d weeds.

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.

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.

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

In secret pleasure – secret tears This changeful life has slipped away.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.