Take any form, haunt me, drive me crazy but never leave me in this abyss where I can not find you.
What kind of living will it be when you -- Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear
Year after year in gloom, and desolate despair;
A messenger of Hope comes every night to me,
And offers for short life, eternal liberty.
Living among clowns and misanthropists, she probably cannot appreciate a better class of people when she meets them.
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.
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?
I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!
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.
Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.
Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along;
Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading:
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.
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.
Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point -- one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed -- they contrived in the end to reach it.
You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.
For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.
The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.
Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?
I wish I could hold you, she continued bitterly, till we were both dead!
I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon.
He possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten.
So, with a ready heart I swore
To seek their altar-stone no more;
And gave my spirit to adore
Thee, ever-present, phantom thing
My slave, my comrade, my king.
Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!
It is strange people should be so greedy when they are alone in the world!
I'd soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!
I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light-- When I am not and none beside-- Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky-- But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.
Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?
The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again.
Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.
They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, '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!
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.
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.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
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.
He's not a rough diamond -- a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.
And from the midst of cheerless gloom
I passed to bright unclouded day.
Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar stairs with vexatious phlegm.
If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.
I wish i were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... (catherine, ch. XII, p. 125).
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.
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.
She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.
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.
There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou -- Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.
I have not broken your heart -- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
The subjects had, indeed, risen vividly on my mind. As I saw them with the spiritual eye, before I attempted to embody them, they were striking; but my hand would not second my fancy, and in each case it had wrought out but a pale portrait of the thing I had conceived.
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.
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.
I am now quite content in my seeking pleasure in society be it country or town, a sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
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.
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!
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!
He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.
But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
I have dreamed 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.
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.