I looked into adoption once and these days you really might as well just build your own kid. Adoption is so difficult and complicated! It's not like the good old days, when you could just find a random kid on the street in Liverpool, make some vague inquires to see if anyone owned him, then stuff him in your jacket and carry him the three day walk home whilst destroying the fiddle and losing the whip you promised to your biological children, and then you just give him a single name and you're set!
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Emily Brontë
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Emily Brontë, from Wuthering Heights originally published c. 1847
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[...] he's in my soul.
Emily Brontë, from ‘Wuthering Heights’
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Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a love is
to watch the year repeat its days.
Anne Carson, Glass, Irony, and God; from 'The Glass Essay' (1995.)
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I Gazed upon the Cloudless Moon
by Emily Brontë
I gazed upon the cloudless moon
And loved her all the night,
Till morning came and radiant noon,
And I forgot her light.
No, not forgot eternally
Beneath its mighty glare:
But could the day seem dark to me
Because the night was fair?
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“I could hardly let Emily go — I wanted to hold her back then — and I want her back hourly now.”
Charlotte Brontë, from a letter to W. S. Williams, talking about the death of her sister Emily
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Emily Brontë, from “Wuthering Heights”
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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.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says – I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely, and altogether.
Emily Brontë, from ‘Wuthering Heights’
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