by Emily Brontë
"...I know, by instinct, his reserve spring from an aversion to showy displays of feeling - to manifestations of mutual kindliness."
"We don't in general take to foreigners, here, Mr Lockwood, unless they take to us first."
"Catherine's face was just like the landscape - shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient; and her poor little heart reproached itself for even that passing forgetfulness of its cares."
"Rise, and don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile - don't."
"The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"
"My confessions have not relieved me; but they may account for some otherwise unaccountable phases of humour which I show."
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