Wuthering Heights, by Emily Brontë, and Agnes Grey, by Anne Brontë

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Page 88 - If all else perished, and he remained, / should still continue to be. And if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger — I should not seem a part of it.
Page 177 - Yes, you may kiss me, and cry ; and ring out my kisses and tears : they'll blight you — they'll damn you. 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.
Page 89 - 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 Heathcliff — 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...
Page 129 - To get rid of me — answer my question," persevered Mr. Linton. "You must answer it; and that violence does not alarm me. I have found that you can be as stoical as any one, when you please. Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my friend and his at the same time; and I absolutely require to know which you choose.
Page 19 - Heathcliff — Linton, till my eyes closed ; but they had not rested five minutes when a glare of white letters started from the dark, as vivid as spectres — the air swarmed with Catherines...
Page 167 - I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It's a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
Page 175 - I'm not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me!
Page 67 - We were busy with the hay in a far away field, when the girl that usually brought our breakfasts, came running an hour too soon, across the meadow and up the lane, calling me as she ran. " Oh, such a grand bairn !
Page 80 - ... accident. A miser who has parted with a lucky lottery ticket for five shillings, and finds next day he has lost in the bargain five thousand pounds, could not show a blanker countenance than he did on beholding the figure of Mr Earnshaw above. It expressed, plainer than words could do, the intense anguish at having made himself the instrument of thwarting his own revenge.
Page 1 - In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven : and Mr Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow ! He...

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