Emily Brontë

"Love is like the wild rose."

- Emily Brontë

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë

"If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day."

- Emily Brontë

"Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë

""Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."—Emily Brontë"

- Emily Brontë

"If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger."

- Emily Brontë

"Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë

"I can say with sincerity that I love cats; furthermore, I am going to give very good reasons why those who hate them are wrong."

- Emily Brontë

"“If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.”"

- Emily Brontë

"He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë

"Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same."

- Emily Brontë

"As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

- Emily Brontë

"May is the month of expectation, the month of wishes, the month of hope."

- Emily Brontë

"I have not broken your heart – you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."

- Emily Brontë

"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."

- Emily Brontë

"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 Brontë

"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 Brontë

"Gratitude is a divine emotion: it fills the heart, but not to bursting; it warms it, but not to fever."

- Emily Brontë

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree"

- Emily Brontë

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me / Fluttering from the autumn tree."

- Emily Brontë

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree."

- Emily Brontë

"Yet my heart loves December’s smile as much as July’s golden beam; then let us sit and watch the while the blue ice curdling on the stream."

- Emily Brontë

"A golden afternoon of August: every breath from the hills so full of life that it seemed whoever respired it, though dying, might revive."

- Emily Brontë