by Emily Brontë
““But what misery laid on Heathcliff could content me, unless I have a hand in it? I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings, and he might know that I was the cause.”
“But what misery laid on Heathcliff could content me, unless I have a hand in it? I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings, and he might know that I was the cause.”
““And while I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.”
“And while I read, I sighed, for it seemed as if all joy had vanished from the world, never to be restored.”
Before actually reading it I'd gotten it into my head at some point that this was a romance novel, and it is, but only in a cautionary sense. Bront...
my heart