fuck yeah, literary quotes
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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.
What would your good do if evil didn’t exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared?
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it connot be contained.
And earth was heaven a little the worse for wear. And heaven was earth, done up again to look like new.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before—more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.
What on earth can you do on this earth but catch at whatever comes near you, with both your fingers, until your fingers are broken?
Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
Sometimes the last person on earth you want to be with is the one person you can’t be without.
