No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...
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?
Emily BrontëMots clés friendship love roses companionship amity constancy
Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
Emily BrontëMots clés wuthering-heights
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
Emily BrontëMots clés pity
Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
Emily BrontëMots clés heathcliff
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Emily BrontëIf I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
Emily BrontëHe... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.
Emily BrontëHaving leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Emily BrontëMots clés oppression charity complacency false-charity
He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!'
'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.'
'No, God won’t have the satisfaction that I shall,' he returned. 'I only wish I knew the best way! Let me alone, and I'll plan it out: while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain.
Mots clés justice hate revenge
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