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Emily Jane Brontë

Wuthering Heights

  • Artem Shevoldaevhar citeretfor 8 år siden
    It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.’
  • rebecahar citeretfor 6 år siden
    He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    existence, after losing her, would be hell.
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. 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! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!’
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    have not broken your heart—YOU have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    You teach me now how cruel you've been—cruel and false. WHY did you despise me? WHY did you betray your own heart, Cathy?
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    You loved me—then what RIGHT had you to leave me? What right—answer me—for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, YOU, of your own will, did it.
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    I love MY murderer—but YOURS! How can I?’
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. He did not raise his to her often: a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers.
  • Srijita Bhakathar citeretsidste år
    love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
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