fuck yeah, literary quotes
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emily bronte
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.
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.
She burned too bright for this world.
Oh, god. I cannot live without my heart, I cannot live without my soul.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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.
