Catherine Earnshaw Quotes

“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 Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him…”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Being repulsed continually hardened her,”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“You shall not leave me in that temper.
I should be miserable all night, and I won’t be miserable for you!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? If you do, I'll keep you. I'll not lie there by myself: they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won't rest till you are with me. I never will.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Wuthering Heights, considered the most romantic book ever written by those who had never read it carefully.”
― catherine lowell

“i wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125)”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“El gran pensamiento de mi vida es él. Si todo lo demás pereciera y él quedara, yo seguiría existiendo, y si todo lo demás permaneciera y él fuera aniquilado, el universo se me volvería del todo extraño, no me parecería que formara parte de él.”
― Emily Brontë, Cumbres Borrascosas

“..he shall never know how I love him: and that, 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 Brontë, Wulthering Heights

“if i cannot keep heartcliff for my friend — if edgar will be mean and jealous, i’ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. (catherine, ch. XI, p. 116)”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Las personas orgullosas no hacen más que atormentarse a sí mismas.”
― Emily Brontë, Cumbres Borrascosas

“Estén nuestras almas de lo que estén hechas, la suya y la mía son iguales, [...].”
― Emily Brontë, Cumbres Borrascosas