Quotes about Emotion
People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
— Emily Bronte
When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!
— Emily Bronte
Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
— Emily Bronte
Half thinking, half dreaming, happier than words can express.
— Emily Bronte
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
— Emily Bronte
It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.
— Emily Bronte
He did not raise his to her, often; a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers.
— Emily Bronte
His frame shivering, not as one shivers with chill or weakness, but as a tight-stretched cord vibrates- a strong thrilling, rather than trembling.
— Emily Bronte
I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears: she understood me at last, and looked a return - the sweetest of all imaginable looks.
— Emily Bronte
Heathcliff is more myself than I am.
— Emily Bronte
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and—
— Emily Bronte
She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while That full heart throbbed to overflow With that sweet look and lively tone And bright eye shining all the day They could not guess at midnight lone How she would weep the time away
— Emily Bronte