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86da8be
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He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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Emily Brontë |
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9e9f8c2
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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 can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
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Emily Brontë |
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dd6b784
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I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
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Emily Brontë |
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10df22b
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If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
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love
heathcliff
classic
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Emily Brontë |
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c4e75e6
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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 the 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!
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love
haunting
malediction
heathcliff
restlessness
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Emily Brontë |
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6417c12
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I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
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heartbroken
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Emily Brontë |
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47e0608
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I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, an..
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passion
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Emily Brontë |
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b5ee26f
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I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.
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Emily Brontë |
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d799c39
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I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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Emily Brontë |
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4e20008
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If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
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love
obsession
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Emily Brontë |
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cafb366
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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? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degrada..
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heartbreak
love
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Emily Brontë |
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891e263
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I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!
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Emily Brontë |
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70c05ef
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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 Healthcliff! 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.
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wuthering-heights
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Emily Brontë |
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117e428
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May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. "Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there--not in heaven--not perished--where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--May she wake in torment!" he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sud..
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hate
death
love
thwarted
malediction
obsession
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Emily Brontë |
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3735f4e
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Honest people don't hide their deeds.
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Emily Brontë |
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fd4efde
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Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
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dream
near-death-experience
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Emily Brontë |
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dc05c99
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He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
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Emily Brontë |
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4ee8f23
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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.
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yearning
social-anxiety
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Emily Brontë |
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c897d00
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Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.
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passion
love
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Emily Brontë |
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561a3c3
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And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
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pain
love
wuthering-heights
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Emily Brontë |
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a474876
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Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
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Emily Brontë |
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0b2d193
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I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. 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 lightni..
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marriage
love
souls
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Emily Brontë |
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b79a888
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
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Emily Brontë |
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48ce144
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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. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff"
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unrequited-love
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Emily Brontë |
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5a887dc
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I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.
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Emily Brontë |
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c6336df
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I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would restrains me. And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she de..
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Emily Brontë |
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1a05968
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Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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Emily Brontë |
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3addfdf
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In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine, connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least - for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by d..
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Emily Brontë |
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84ffc10
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I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.
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Emily Brontë |
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0e6ae5c
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I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
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Emily Brontë |
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90a9d2f
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The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. 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.
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Emily Brontë |
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2e39df3
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If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven."
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Emily Brontë |
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67bd8e3
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I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
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Emily Brontë |
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a2c78a4
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I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be -- that proves I love him better than myself.
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Emily Brontë |
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1a449e8
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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friendship
love
constancy
roses
companionship
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Emily Brontë |
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4d1f1ec
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How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
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Emily Brontë |
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678833d
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How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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Emily Brontë |
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a93a25c
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I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
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Emily Brontë |
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eaacdbb
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Existence, after losing her, would be hell
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Emily Brontë |
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fda6637
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I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
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heathcliff
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Emily Brontë |
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394c278
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By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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reputation
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Emily Brontë |
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e2619a8
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The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
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Emily Brontë |
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3798650
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What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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Emily Brontë |
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067f33d
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Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
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Emily Brontë |