All sinners would be miserable in heaven.
– Emily Bront
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- However miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. – Emily Bront
- No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk – Emily Bront
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- I suppose that’s what happens when you make other people’s lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you. – Sonya Hartnett
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- 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 Bront
- … You are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying… – Emily Bront
- I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. – Emily Bront
- Take my books away, and I should be desperate! – Emily Bront
- Come in! come in !’ he sobbed.-˜Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time – Catherine, at last! – Emily Bront
- Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us. – Emily Bront
- He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares! – Emily Bront
- But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest. – Emily Bront
- You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled! – Emily Bront
- It’s wrong to anticipate evil. – Emily Bront
- THEY are afraid of nothing,’ I grumbled, watching their approach through the window. ‘Together, they would brave Satan and all his legions. – Emily Bront
- It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes – Emily Bront
- … You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them? – Emily Bront
- He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again. – Emily Bront
- Honest people don’t hide their deeds. – Emily Bront
- It is strange people should be so greedy when they are alone in the world! – Emily Bront
- Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire. – Emily Bront
- Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. – Emily Bront
- 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 Bront
- He shall never know how I love him – Emily Bront
- To sneer at his imperfect attempt was very bad breeding. – Emily Bront
- The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them. – Emily Bront
- Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw. – Emily Bront
- As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire. – Emily Bront
- For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it. – Emily Bront
- When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn’t know; but she felt so afraid of dying! – Emily Bront
- … I love him… not because he’s handsome… but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same… – Emily Bront
- Never! while heaven spares my reason,’ replied I, snatching away the hand he had presumed to seize and press between his own. – Anne Bront