Wuthering Heights ~ Robert McGinnis
Catherine Earnshaw (Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë).
… she was never so happy as when we were all scolding her at once, and she defying us with her bold, saucy look, and her ready words; …
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I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
"Wuthering Heights was hewn in a wild worskhop, with simple tools, out of homely materials. The statuary found a granite block on a solitary moor: gazing thereon, he saw how from the crag might be elicited the head, savage, swart, sinister; a form moulded with at least one element of grandeur — power. He wrought with a rude chisel, and from no model but the vision of his meditations. With time and labour, the crag took human shape; and there it stands colossal, dark, and frowning, half statue, half rock; in the former sense, terrible and goblin-like; in the latter, almost beautiful, for its colouring is of mellow grey, and moorland moss clothes it; and heath, with its blooming bells and balmy fragrance, grows faithfully close to the giant’s foot."
Charlotte Brontë on her sister’s first and only novel, Wuthering Heights
just imagine any of the brontë sisters describing their type of man. “half man, half goblin, almost beautiful, clothed in moss” u get it gurl
"He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine."