My sister Emily first declined. The details of her illness are deep-branded in my memory, but to dwell on them, either in thought or narrative, is not in my power. Never in all her life...

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!…Be with me always–take any form–drive me...

I wish I could hold you,” she continued bitterly, “till we were both dead!

Le tengo constantemente en mi pensamiento, aunque no siempre como una cosa agradable. Tampoco yo me agrado siempre de mí misma. No hables más de separarnos, porque eso es irrealizable.

Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only my sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.

What do you think is my favourite book? Just now, I mean; I change every three days. “Wuthering Heights.” Emily Bronte was quite young when she wrote it, and had never been outside of Haworth...

Tonight, however, Dickens struck him in a different light. Beneath the author’s sentimental pity for the weak and helpless, he could discern a revolting pleasure in cruelty and suffering, while the grotesque figures of the...

It is my belief that with two such men in the household and no way to meet others, Emily (Bronte)had to make Heathcliff up out of thin air! And what a fine job she did....