Emily Bronte - Wuthering Heights

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Emily Bronte - Wuthering Heights

    Table of Contents

    From the Pages of Wuthering Heights Title Page

    Copyright Page

    Emily Brontë

    The World of Emily Brontë and Wuthering Heights


    A Note on the Text and Dialect


    Biographical Notice of Ellis and Acton Bell EDITOR’S PREFACE to the new [1850] edition of ‘WUTHERING HEIGHTS’

Chapter I

    Chapter II

    Chapter III

    Chapter IV

    Chapter V

    Chapter VI

    Chapter VII

    Chapter VIII

    Chapter IX

    Chapter X

    Chapter XI

    Chapter XII

    Chapter XIII

    Chapter XIV

    Chapter XV Chapter XVI Chapter XVII Chapter XVIII Chapter XIX Chapter XX Chapter XXI Chapter XXII Chapter XXIII Chapter XXIV Chapter XXV Chapter XXVI Chapter XXVII Chapter XXVIII Chapter XXIX Chapter XXX Chapter XXXI Chapter XXXII Chapter XXXIII Chapter XXXIV


    Inspired by Wuthering Heights

    Comments & Questions

    For Further Reading

    From the Pages ofWuthering Heights

    A perfect misanthropist’s heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. (page 3)

He’ll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or

    hated again. (page 6)

    ‘I’m now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.’ (page 28)

‘Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.’ (page 56)

    ‘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 colour of my mind.’ (page 79)

    ‘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.’ (page 80)

    ‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.’ (page 80)

    ‘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. 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 monopolised by him.’ (page 148)

    ‘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.’ (page 151)

    I don’t know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafterthe Eternity they have enteredwhere life is boundless in its duration,

    and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness. (page 163)

‘And I pray one prayerI repeat it till my tongue stiffensCatherine Earnshaw, may you not

    rest as long as I am living; you said I killed youhaunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their

    murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me alwaystake any

    formdrive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’ (page 165)

‘He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening

    on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. ’ (page 239)

    I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. (page 326)