Wulthering Heights Quotes

“I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers.'

'And if she had been dissolved into earth, or worse, what would you have dreamt then?'

'Of dissolving with her, and being more happy still!' he answered. 'Do you suppose I dread any change of that sort?”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“Heathcliff, if I were you, I’d go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“And I say one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only DO not leave me in the abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“You said I killed you - haunt me then!”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“Sea cualesquiera las esencias de nuestras almas, la suya y la mía son idénticas.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“Dingin gökyüzünün altında, bu mezarların yanında biraz oyalandım. Fundalıklar ve sümbüller arasında uçuşan pervaneleri izledim, otları hışırdatan hafif rüzgârı dinledim ve insan, bu dingin toprağın altında uyuyanların nasıl olur da huzursuz bir uyku içinde olduklarını düşünebilir, diye şaştım.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“... surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of creation if I were entirely contained here? My greatest miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“Had I been born where laws are less strict and tastes less dainty, I should treat myself to a slow vivisection of those two, as an evening's amusement.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“Catherine, his happiest days were over when your days began.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“Never did any bird flying back to a plundered nest which it had left brimful of chirping young ones, express more complete despair in its anguished cries and flutterings, than she by her single “Oh!” and the change that transfigured her late happy countenance.”
― Emily Bronte, Wulthering Heights

“[he] Never rebuked for any bad habit which did not annoy his keeper; never led a single step towards virtue, or guarded by a single precept against vice.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“..he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
― Emily Brontë, Wulthering Heights