- Emily Bronte from "Wuthering Heights" (1847)
Writings and photos on hope and resilience; love and relationships; life and death; anger and acceptance; and human behavior and beliefs
Monday, February 23, 2009
Like Day and Night
"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, and began to grow very snappish. At last, we agreed to try both, as soon as the right weather came; and then we kissed each other and were friends."
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