Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

Her brow smooth, her lids closed, her lips wearing the expression of a smile; no angel in heaven could be more beautiful than she appeared. And I partook of the infinite calm in which she lay: my mind was never in a holier frame than while I gazed on that untroubled image of Divine rest.

but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.”