Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

Her life closed in a gentle dream—may she wake as kindly in the other world!’

treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends;

I’d rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings and he might know that I was the cause.

his attachment sprang from its relation to her, far more than from its being his own.

This promise poorly pacified her; but time was more potent;