♥Apr 25th, 2012
"‘And that not because he’s handsome Nelly, but because he’s more myself then i am, and what ever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Lintons is as different as a moonbeam from lightening or frost from fire.’
‘My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliffs, and i have watched and felt each from the beginning. My great thought in living is himself. If all else perished and he remained i should still continue to be, and if all else remained and he were annihilated, the universe would turn into a mighty stranger. I should not seem part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods, time may change it, i am well aware, as winter changed the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath, a source of little visible delight but necessary! Nelly i am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind. Not as a pleasure anymore than i am always a pleasure to myself but as my own being!’"
— I can and will never understand why people don’t read. A pathetic and insipid hollywood film will never provide you with as much pleasure or enchantment as a good novel will, and on the contrary will destroy the true nature and soul the book was intended to provide. 
Do yourself a favour and instead of watching an inane fool of an actor attempt to masquerade themselves as one of the greatest fictional characters in a book they have never once touched, pick up the novel instead. It’s cheaper and will do your mind a world of good. 
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte.
Rant by Holly Rutherford.