Wuthering Heights

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J. Grant, 1905 - England - 333 pages
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My life's very first novel and no doubt it was so good, nice, and amazing, containing every possible genre, love, romance, thriller, drama, and of course fiction also, that kept me reading constantly for six hours since I was the beginner then.
I still have the pocket size book of it and sometimes I still get pop up of desire to go through it once more.
I almost have mentioned the quality here without any spoiler and hope it will be helpful for my dear friends who still waiting to get this book and have Emily Bronte in their life, at least for once.
 

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Wuthering Heights is a dark, twisted story of the nature of love and heartbreak.
Because I love Jane Eyre so much, I went into reading this book with very high expectations. I did thoroughly enjoy
this book as well, but my expectations may have been a factor in why this novel didn’t rank as high as expected. I personally thought it was much darker than Jane Eyre, which may have also played a role in my overall opinion of it, but it still made my top ten (and I love every book on this list, so I still think it was fantastic). The one line that did really stand out to me is probably my favorite quote (on the subject of love) of all time and that is when Catherine says “I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome… but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same..” That really was a wow moment for me. Nowadays love in books, in movies, in the media, is all so dramatized, sexualized and often times very shallow. This book captured the true essence of love as well as heartbreak.  

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Page 88 - 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 80 - 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 145 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere. I see heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity ! Life, that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in Thee...
Page 79 - But first a hush of peace, a soundless calm descends; The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends; Mute music soothes my breast — unuttered harmony That I could never dream till earth was lost to me. ' Then dawns the Invisible, the Unseen its truth reveals; My outward sense is gone, my inward essence feels — Its wings are almost free, its home, its harbour found; Measuring the gulf it stoops and dares the final bound!
Page 23 - As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, 'Let me in!
Page 161 - I hoped that with the brave and strong My portioned task might lie ; To toil amid the busy throng, With purpose pure and high. " But God has fixed another part, And He has fixed it well : I said so with my bleeding heart, When first the anguish, fell.
Page 71 - COLD in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee ; Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave ! Have I forgot, my only love, to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-severing wave...
Page 74 - Of distraction passed away ; Not a sign of further grieving Stirred my soul that awful day. Paled, at length, the sweet sun setting ; Sunk to peace the twilight breeze : Summer dews fell softly, wetting Glen, and glade, and silent trees. Then his eyes began to weary, Weighed beneath a mortal sleep ; And their orbs grew strangely dreary, Clouded, even as they would weep. But they wept not, but they changed not, Never moved, and never closed ; Troubled still, and still they ranged not — Wandered...
Page 70 - I saw a spirit, standing, man, Where thou dost stand - an hour ago. And round his feet three rivers ran, Of equal depth, and equal flow A golden stream - and one like blood: And one like sapphire seemed to be, But, where they joined their triple flood It tumbled in an inky sea. The spirit sent his dazzling gaze Down through that ocean's gloomy night Then, kindling all.
Page 158 - I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, 'That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw. I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and at death, I shall not rejoice that I am going to her; I shall be sorry that I must leave them!