Emily Bronte Quotes

The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was not born of any book, nor of any creed, nor of any religion. It was born of human affection, and it will continue to ebb and flow beneath the mists and clouds of doubt and darkness as long as love kisses the lips of death. It is the rainbow -- Hope shining upon the tears of grief.

The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from them is a single breath, one final puff of air.

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear- Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

The dead don't stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they let go hold of the earth . . . and the ambitions they had . . . and the things they suffered . . . and the people they loved. They get weaned away from the earth - that's the way I put it - weaned away.

You haven't lost anything when you know were it is. Death can hide but not divide.

Your lost friends are not dead, but gone before, advanced a stage or two upon that road which you must travel in the steps they trod.

I envy the dead.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---"On death

I wish I can meet my wife in the hereafter, but I don't think I will. I just cease to exist just as she has ceased to exist.

I imagine the ones we’ve lost as ghosts who prowl about the edges of the light, waiting for us to join them. Sometimes that’s terrifying, and sometimes it’s reassuring, a promise of homecoming.

With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

The point is, as death gets closer - what's so wrong with wanting someone you love to live forever?

For though Death be a dark passage, it leads to immortality, and that is recompence enough for suffering of it.

He would say, "How funny it will all seem, all you've gone through, when I'm not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away..." And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death.

Those who are gone, you have. Those who departed loving you, love you still; and you love them always. They are not really gone, those dear hearts and true; they are only gone into the next room; and you will presently get up and follow them, and yonder door will close upon you, and you will be no more seen.

The great thing about the dead, they make space.

Death is very mysterious to us. One moment someone is there with us, and the next moment they're not.

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

I do fear death. But what I actually fear is not dying. I mean, true, it will be sad. But I know that there is a better place waiting for me.

We see death constantly on film.

I think that one of the reasons why people look towards the end of humanity is that people are afraid to die alone. If you die alone, the people you love will miss you, or if they die, you miss them - the sorrow is inevitable. When you truly love someone, the thought of losing them forever is horrible.

If you live to be 1000 years old, I hope I live to be 1000 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.