Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Death, Dying
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Love, Marriage
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 color of my mind.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Reason, Thought, Dreams, Ideas
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
Without identity.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Death
Cold in the earth – and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Snow
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal…
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Faith
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.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Work
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?
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Friendship, Friends and Friendship
Having leveled my palace, don’t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Charity
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Pride, Sorrow
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.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Goodness
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Happiness
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Work
I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading; it vexes me to choose another guide.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Appropriateness, Aptness
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Tyranny
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.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Society
Vain are the thousand creeds that move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
—Emily Bronte
Topics: Belief
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Anne Bronte English Novelist, Poet
- Charlotte Bronte English Novelist, Poet
- George Eliot (Mary Anne Evans) English Novelist
- Ouida (Maria Louise Rame) English Novelist
- Mary Elizabeth Braddon English Novelist
- Charles Reade British Author
- Anne Isabella Thackeray Ritchie English Novelist, Biographer
- Dorothy L. Sayers English Novelist, Playwright
- Thomas Hardy English Novelist, Poet
- Elizabeth Gaskell English Novelist
Leave a Reply