441 Quotes by Emily Brontë

Yes, as my swift days near their goal, ’tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along; Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.

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

Cold in the earth and fifteen wild Decembers, From those brown hills, have melted into spring.

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Riches I hold in light esteem, / And Love I laugh to scorn; / And lust of fame was but a dream, / That vanished with the morn: / And if I pray, the only prayer / That moves my lips for me / Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear, / And give me liberty!" / Yes, as my swift days near their goal: / 'Tis all that I implore; / In life and death a chainless soul, / With courage to endure.

Love is like the wild-rose briar; / Friendship is like the holly-tree. / The holly is dark when the rose briar blooms, / But which will bloom most constantly?

Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play. And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.