Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond.
“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…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.
Keep secret things secret and they will serve you the better!
pulling a great substance from a higher height whilst leaning on a slippery ground with the mentality of having the substance whilst standing is a thought of fantasy. You may only result in falling with the substance
She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.
Someday, Ry, you are going to realize who Darren really is. He’s a prince, and he’s only going to break your heart.
She could just kill them. If she did they would be healed again in moments She’d better let sleeping demons lie.
“Enlightenment.” Coming soon
So, what you’re basically telling me is death is boring but no worse than hanging out with family.
There is nothing so nice as supposing. It’s almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.
Don’t do what you can’t undo, until you’ve considered what you can’t do once you’ve done it.
He was king, if he didn’t have enemies he wasn’t doing it right.