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" he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." Read full review
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Crazy people do crazy shit. Incomprehensible man relays this to bewildered newcomer. Hilarity ensues. Read full review
AGNES GREY amuse answered asked began better Bloomfield Catherine Earnshaw Catherine's companion cousin cried dear delight door Earnshaw Edgar Ellen Ellis Bell exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt fire friends Gimmerton girl governess hand happy Hareton hate Hatfield head hear heard heart hearth Heathcliff Hindley Hindley Earnshaw hope hour Isabella Jane Eyre Joseph keep kitchen knew laugh leave Linton live look mamma married master Matilda mind Miss Catherine Miss Cathy Miss Grey Miss Murray mistress morning mother Nancy Brown Nelly never night once papa Penistone pleasure poor replied returned seemed servant sister Skulker smile soon speak stay suppose sure talk tell things Thomas Ashby thought told took trouble turned up-stairs uttered walk Weston window wish wonder words Wuthering Heights young lady Zillah
Page 376 - A soft answer turneth away wrath : but grievous words stir up anger.
Page 71 - My 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. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind : not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Page 70 - It would degrade vi 14 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.
Page 152 - 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!
Page 373 - God's mercy, and with a quiet conscience ; therefore if there be any of you, who by this means cannot quiet his own conscience herein, but requireth further comfort or counsel ; let him come to me, or to some other discreet and learned Minister of God's Word, and open his grief...
Page 117 - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free ; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
Page 168 - Now, my bonny lad, you are mine ! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it...
Page 146 - I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it and in it.
Page 105 - The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able.
Page 375 - ... him to explain those words that trouble you so much, I think he would have told you, that if many shall seek to enter in at the strait gate and shall not be able, it is their own sins that hinder them ; just as a man with a large sack on his back might wish to pass through a narrow doorway, and h'nd it impossible to do so unless he would leave his sack behind him.