Quotes from book
Wuthering Heights
Wuthering Heights is a novel by Emily Brontë published in 1847 under her pseudonym "Ellis Bell". Brontë's only finished novel, it was written between October 1845 and June 1846. Wuthering Heights and Anne Brontë's Agnes Grey were accepted by publisher Thomas Newby before the success of their sister Charlotte's novel Jane Eyre. After Emily's death, Charlotte edited the manuscript of Wuthering Heights and arranged for the edited version to be published as a posthumous second edition in 1850.Although Wuthering Heights is now a classic of English literature, contemporaneous reviews were deeply polarised; it was controversial because of its unusually stark depiction of mental and physical cruelty, and it challenged strict Victorian ideals regarding religious hypocrisy, morality, social classes and gender inequality.. The novel also explores the effects of envy, nostalgia, pessimism and resentment.
“May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails!”
Heathcliff (Ch. XIV).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)
Context: I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the 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.
“It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
“The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
Nelly Dean (Ch. VII).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)
Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. IX).
Source: Wuthering Heights (1847)
“I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.”
Source: Wuthering Heights
Catherine Earnshaw (Ch. IX).
Wuthering Heights (1847)
Context: I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. 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.
