“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“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!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
“She burned too bright for this world.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
"My dear mother used to say i should never have a comfortable home; and only last summer I provided myself perfectly unworthy of one."
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
"A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Healthcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us."
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
"He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again."
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
"I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself."
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
"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."
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
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