Emily Brontë

O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life—that in me has rest, As I—undying Life—have power in Thee!

With wide-embracing love, Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

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.

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

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!'

But I'll not weep, and I'll not moan, I'll not regret the past; For I have learned to stand alone, And I can stand at last.

The world is a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.

I have to remind myself to breathe—almost to remind my heart to beat!

You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!

It was a strange way of passing the time, to be sure; but I was used to her odd ways.

I've been a fool, and I've been a child, and I've been a madman, and I've been a villain. I've been everything but a man.

My love for Heathcliff is like the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is an existence, or a sensation, or a power, which you call God.

He's a bird of bad omen; a bird that bodes evil to all he comes near.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven.

It is strange that people should be so ready to believe a lie, and so slow to believe the truth.

I wish I could hold you, Heathcliff. I wish I could still feel your hand in mine.

I'm weary of being alone, and I'm weary of being with people.

I'm not afraid of death; I'm afraid of life.