Wuthering Heights

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Harper & Brothers, publishers, Franklin square, 1858 - 288 páginas
Published in 1845, Emily Bronte’s gothic novel set on the windy moors of Yorkshire is the story of the doomed love between Catherine Earnshaw and her father’s adopted son, Heathcliff. The book was initially poorly received by many critics who found its dark, tragic story needlessly harsh and disturbing. That opinion has not endured, and the only novel Emily Bronte published is now considered to be one of the great classics of English literature.

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Página 141 - Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, YOU, of your own will, did it.
Página 110 - I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open! Quick, why don't you move?' 'Because I won't give you your death of cold,
Página 134 - You talk of her mind being unsettled. How the devil could it be otherwise in her frightful isolation? And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity\ From pity and charity! He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Página 285 - No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me - I tell you, I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued, and uncoveted by me!
Página 4 - Pure, bracing ventilation they must have up there at all times, indeed: one may guess the power of the north wind blowing over the edge, by the excessive slant of a few stunted firs at the end of the house; and by a range of gaunt thorns all stretching their limbs one way, as if craving alms of the sun.
Página 3 - ... England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's heaven : and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us. A capital fellow ! He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows, as I rode up, and when his fingers sheltered themselves, with a jealous resolution, still further in his waistcoat, as...
Página 104 - To get rid of me — answer my question," persevered Mr. Linton. "You must answer it; and that violence does not alarm me. I have found that you can be as stoical as any one, when you please. Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my friend and his at the same time; and I absolutely require to know which you choose.
Página 140 - I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there ; not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart : but really with it, and in it.
Página 50 - But, Nelly, if I knocked him down twenty times, that wouldn't make him less handsome or me more so. I wish I had light hair and a fair skin, and was dressed and behaved as well, and had a chance of being as rich as he will be!
Página 70 - 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.

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Sister of literary lions Charlotte and Anne, Emily Bronte published Wuthering Heights, her only novel, a year before she died. By all accounts Emily was a brilliant but sensitive and shy young woman who maintained intimate friendships with very few people beyond her immediate family. Although some evidence suggests that she may have been working on a second novel at the time of her death at age 30 in 1848, no manuscript has been found.

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