Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

It had appeared wrong to take the journey once; now it seemed wrong to refrain.

But, Mrs. Heathcliff, we have each had a commencement, and each stumbled and tottered on the threshold; had our teachers scorned instead of aiding us, we should stumble and totter yet.”

a guest that is safe from repeating his visit can generally be made welcome.

for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her?

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

I’m too happy; and yet I’m not happy enough. My soul’s bliss kills my body, but does not satisfy itself.”