Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
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Showing posts with label Wuthering Heights. Show all posts
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Haunt Me
“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!”
Saturday, 16 November 2013
How can you feel without a heart?
“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.”
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
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