Sunday, January 31, 2010

I Shall Love Mine Yet

" I shall love mine yet; and take him with me - he's in my soul. The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I'm tired, tired of being enclosed here. 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. -Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte

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