I can see in you the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage, a vivid, restless captive. Were it but free, it would soar, cloud-high.

Catherine: Tempestuous?

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

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.”

“I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.”

“By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.”

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights