Author: Emily Brontë

Cited by

• Maureen Johnson (1)
  • IN: The Shadow Cabinet (2014) Fiction, Supernatural Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "The night is darkening round me The wild winds coldly blow But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go."
    FROM: "Spellbound", (1923), Poem, UK
• Jane Urquhart (1)
  • IN: Changing Heaven (1993) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: How stil, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge, The changing heaven, the breezy weather.
    FROM: How Still, How Happy, (1902), Poem, UK
• Alison Croggon (1)
  • IN: Black Spring (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Australian
    EPIGRAPH: So stood I, in Heaven's glorious sun, And in the glare of Hell; My spirit drank a mingled tone, Of seraph's song, and demon's moan; What my soul bore, my soul alone Within itself may tell!
    FROM: My Comforter, (1846), Poem, UK
• Melissa de la Cruz (1)
  • IN: Van Alen Legacy (2009) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The murdered do haunt their murderers.
    FROM: Wuthering Heights, (1847), Novel, UK
• James Swain (1)
  • IN: Shadow People (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
    FROM: Wuthering Heights, (1847), Novel, UK
• Dan Wills (1)
  • IN: The Hollow City (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh dreadful is the check -- intense the agony -- When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
    FROM: The Prisoner, (1846), Poem, UK
• Jacquelyn Mitchard (2)
  • IN: The Breakdown Lane (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, And even Despair was powerless to destroy; Then did I learn how existence could be cherished, Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
    FROM: Remembrance, (1846), Poem, UK
  • IN: Still Summer (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: When you were far beyond the sea, Such thoughts were tyrants over me! I often sat, for hours together, Through the long nights of angry weather, Raised on my pillow, to descry The dim moon struggling in the sky.
    FROM: Faith and Despondency, (1850), Poem, UK
• Dan Wells (1)
  • IN: The Hollow City (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Oh dreadful is the check—intense the agony— When the ear begins to hear, and the eye begins to see; When the pulse begins to throb, the brain to think again; The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain.
    FROM: The Prisoner, (1846), Song, UK
• L. P. Hartley (2)
  • IN: Eustace and Hilda (1944) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I've known a hundred kinds of love, All made the loved one rue.
    FROM: Poem LVII, (1844), Poem, UK
  • IN: The Go-Between (1953) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: But, child of dust, the fragrant flowers, The bright blue sky and velvet sod Were strange conductors to the bowers Thy daring footsteps must have trod.
    FROM: I Saw Thee, Child, One Summer Day, (1837), Poem, UK
• Greg Iles (1)
  • IN: Sleep No More (2002) Fiction, German
    EPIGRAPH: "Cathy! Cathy!"
    FROM: Wuthering Heights, (1847), Novel, UK
• Edna O'Brien (1)
  • IN: Wild December (1999) Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: ...fifteen wild Decembers From those brown hills have melted into spring -- Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers...
    FROM: "Remembrance", (1845), Poem, UK