
George Elgar Hicks, On the Seashore (1879) | Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)

George Elgar Hicks, On the Seashore (1879) | Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)
i love wuthering heights because everyone is such a terrible fucking person like there is not a single good human being in the entire novel and they all just keep getting exponentially worse and worse
May you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you — haunt me then.
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
Oh, you’re lovely, Miss Cathy. Lovely.
She was a wild wicked slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world.
‘I wish I could hold you,’ she continued, bitterly, ’till we were both dead! I shouldn’t care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn’t you suffer? I do!’
Film meme: [4/10] films – Wuthering Heights (1939)
”I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you – they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me?
The flash of her eyes had been succeeded by a dreamy and melancholy softness; they no longer gave the impression of looking at the objects around her: they appeared always to gaze beyond, and far beyond – you would have said out of this world.