A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
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.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
My love for Heathchiff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
Terror made me cruel.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
Vain are the thousand creeds that move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
Books about Emily include A Life of Emily Bront?, by Edward Chitham, Emily Bront?, by Katherine Frank , Heretic, by Stevie Davies, Emily Bront?, by Winifred Gerin, Gondal's Queen, by Fannie E. Ratchford, and Emily Bront?, by Charles Simpson.
In 1846, the three Bront? sisters published a collection of their poetry, at their own expense, under the pen names of Ellis, Currer and Acton Bell. The publisher was Aylott and Jones of London and the book sold only two copies. However, in 1848, the unsold copies of the first edition were bought and released by Smith, Elder, with a new title page. The book then sold out.
Emily's only novel, Wuthering Heights (1847), was published under the pen-name of Ellis Bell. It formed two volumes of a three volume set, with the third being the novel Agnes Grey by 'Acton Bell' - who was Emily's sister Anne Bront?.
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