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“Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me?”

Quote by Emily Brontë

Book:Wuthering Heights
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Wuthering Heights

Emily Brontë's Wuthering Heights is a profound and haunting narrative that delves into the lives of Heathcliff and Catherine Earnshaw, two individuals whose intense and tumultuous relationship shapes their destinies. Set in the wild moors of Yorkshire, the story explores themes of class, obsession, and the enduring power of love. more

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“Lily liked the fog, and didn't even mind the cold wind. She reckoned that Ocean Beach, the dunes there, and the Sunset were the closest San Francisco was going to come to the foreboding, wind-swept moors of England, where she had aspired to suffer romance and heartache when she was a kid. The foghorn, however, rather than a lonesome lament that conjured images of Heathcliff's dark figure, waiting with clenched jaw on the moor for her to bring light and warmth into his life, sounded like a distressed moose tied up in her neighbor's garage, having his nut sack singed with jumper cables at a precise interval calculated to keep her from falling asleep. Which, in turn, made her think of what complete douche bags people could be when all you wanted to do was borrow a defibrillator. Then she was awake and angry.”

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