“This is certainly a beautiful country! In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society” – Wuthering Heights
“It is moorish, and wild, and knotty as a root of heath.” – Charlotte Brontë on Wuthering Heights
“On that bleak hill top the earth was hard with a black frost, and the air made me shiver through every limb” – Wuthering Heights
“I dream of moor and misty hill /Where evening closes dark and chill –” Emily Brontë
“Speak of the North! A lonely moor / Silent and dark and tractless swells, /The waves of some wild streamlet pour / Hurriedly through its ferny dells” – Charlotte Brontë
“My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hill-side her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best loved was—liberty.”
– Charlotte Brontë, 1850