Emily Brontë

I'm not afraid of being alone; I'm afraid of being with people who make me feel alone.

I'm not afraid of the dark; I'm afraid of what's in the dark.

I'm not afraid of falling; I'm afraid of not being able to get back up.

I'm not afraid of dying; I'm afraid of not living.

I'm not afraid of being hurt; I'm afraid of not being able to heal.

I'm not afraid of being lost; I'm afraid of not being found.

I'm not afraid of being forgotten; I'm afraid of not being remembered.

I'm not afraid of being judged; I'm afraid of not being understood.

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.

Terror made me cruel.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself.

A person who has not done one half his mind's work deserves to lose what he has.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

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

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idle froth amid the boundless main.