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‘Wuthering Heights’ By Emily  Brontë Book Review

Genre: Gothic/Romance

Rating: 3/5

Summary: The story of Catherine Earnshaw and her foster brother, Heathcliff falling in love. But when Catherine is married to another man Heathcliff seek revenge on those he thinks are responsible.

My Opinion: I was confused throughout the whole book. Sometimes I liked it, sometimes I didn’t. The characters were hard to sympathize with. The decisions they made were crazy. Overall the whole book seemed like a mess.

Still, there were some memorable events which I can't deny that I really liked. The ending was satisfying too.

Favourite Character: Edgar Linton seemed like the only sane person in the entire book. He was a sensible person and I felt his judgements were right.

Quote: “You said I killed you--haunt me then.”

Stefan Salvatore moodboard

Can’t believe Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice in the 2000s

And in 2015 Emily Brontë released literary clsssic Wuthering Heights

Thank God someone paved the way for them…

Jane Austen really said ‘I respect the “I can fix him” movement but that’s just not me. He’ll fix himself if knows what’s good for him’ and that’s why her works are still calling the shots today.

The Poems of Emily Brontë, ‘The Prisoner’ c. 1845

somebody better take everyone from wuthering heights to therapy because man do they need a fucking psychiatrist

“I will never manage to describe the air yet it does not pain me. I’d rather fill my head with air than put it itself into futile phrases.”

— Emily Jane Brontë (via violentwavesofemotion)

“As a child she was described as having the eyes of a half-tamed creature, being drawn to the unnatural, with a penchant for improvising tempestuous fairy stories.”

— Patti Smith, in her Introduction to Wuthering Heights

"It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive." "No, God won't have the satisfaction that I shall,"

Emily Brontë, from 'Wuthering Heights', first published in 1847.

Emily Brontë, The Complete Poems

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

— Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (b. 30 July 1818)

I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering heights

when Kafka said ‘you wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’

and...

when Brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’

the lover in me died.

On an afternoon in October, or the beginning of November—a fresh watery afternoon, when the turf and paths were rustling with moist, withered leaves, and the cold blue sky was half hidden by clouds—dark grey streamers, rapidly mounting from the west, and boding abundant rain—

Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brontë / Wuthering Heights

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

TRYING TO SOLVE MY IDENTITY LIKE A HOMICIDE, TO FIND THE MURDERER IN THE MIRROR; ON IDENTITY

portrait of fryderyk in shifting light, richard siken // @/angelcommunist // Edward hopper interior, model reading (1925) // joan didion on self-respect (via @/girlfictions) // james tate selected poems (via @/heartshop) //arturo ferrari, in the old street, vicolo san bernardino alle ossa a milano // fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet: the complete edition // memento mori by welder wings // How we Fight for our Lives by Saeed Jones (2019) // The Prisoner, Emily Brontë // Evening - Maurice Pirenne // Emily Dickinson, letter 182 // Donte Collins, Grief, Again // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness // Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) // Everything Everything, Nicola Yoon

my first web weave :>

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"whatever our souls are made of,

his and mine are the same."

-EMILY BRONTE.

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