Emily Bronte Quotes in Weekend (1967)

Emily Bronte: Poor pebble. Ignored by architecture, sculpture, mosaic and jewelry. It dates from the beginning of the planet, perhaps from another star. Warped by space, like the stigmata of its terrible fall. It predates man. And man has not embodied it in his art or industry. He did not manufacture it and thus decide its place. The pebble perpetuates nothing more than its own memory.

Emily Bronte: Cover the flowers in flame, stroke their hair, teach them to read!

Emily Brontë: I spit on love and all its vanity.

Emily Bronte: All our lives there has been too much left unsaid between us. Loving is the only thing that really matters, Charlotte. It's worthwhile being hurt a bit to find that out. The world has always frightened me a little, so I'm really not afraid to leave it now. Though sometimes, when I hear the wind blowing through the heather, or see the sun go down beyond Wuthering Heights, I think, perhaps, I'd like to stay just a little longer.

Charlotte Bronte: People will always quarrel over Branwell.

Emily Bronte: And Branwell will always like it.