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.
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.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
He is more me than I am myself
I have fled my country and gone to the heather.
Mama never told me I had a father.
He shall never know i love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall.
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 have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!
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...
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 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.
The red firelight glowed on their two bonny heads and revealed their faces, animated with the eager interest of children; for, though he was twenty-three and she eighteen, each had so much of novelty to feel, and learn, that neither experienced nor evinced the sentiments of sober disenchanted maturity.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
I never told my love vocally still.
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I surveyed the weapon inquisitively. A hideous notion struck me: how powerful I should be possessing such an instrument! I took it from his hand, and touched the blade. He looked astonished at the expression my face assumed during a brief second: it was not horror, it was covetousness. He snatched the pistol back, jealously; shut the knife, and returned it to its concealment.
We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.
All I care about in this goddamn life are me, my drums, and you.
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
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?
However , it's over, and I'll take no revenge on his folly - I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I'd not only turn the other, but I'd ask pardon for provoking it - and, as proof, I'll go make my peace with Edgar instantly - Good night - I'm an angel!
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