Wuthering Heights Key Quotes & Sayings

Maybe you could write to a future version of yourself. Many people write their journals to future selves, I think. It demonstrates a kind of hopefulness. — Cynthia Hand

Solitude is a temple for me. — M. T. Panchal

The first part of saving your life is coming to understand how you endangered it by loving wrongly, and living under the rule of your passions. — Rod Dreher

In a relativistic universe you don't cling to anything, you learn to swim. And you know what swimming is - it's kind of a relaxed attitude with the water. In which you don't keep yourself afloat by holding the water, but by a certain giving to it. — Alan W. Watts

To give a generous hope to a man of his own nature, is to enrich him immeasurably. — William Ellery Channing

By the time she lay down, the darkness was a friend not a foe. — Sarah McCoy

To die for an idea is to set a rather high price upon conjecture. — Anatole France

Dr. Vincent Gilbert lived in the heart of the forest. Away from human conflict, but also away from human contact. It was a compromise he was more than happy to make. — Louise Penny

It was all he'd felt for too long to change now. Maybe it was too late for any other kind of life. This was all he knew. It was safe, insulated. Familiar. An absense of emotion kept him sane. Or what passed for it. — Virginia Brown

The world is futile when viewed through the persona of the body. The body is not simply the physical body but it's the body of knowledge of this world. — Frederick Lenz

Christ's place indeed is with the poets. His whole conception of Humanity sprang right out of the imagination and can only be realised by it. What God was to the pantheist, man was to Him. He was the first to conceive the divided races as a unity. Before his time there had been gods and men, and, feeling through the mysticism of sympathy that in himself each had been made incarnate, he calls himself the Son of the one or the Son of the other, according to his mood. More than any one else in history he wakes in us that temper of wonder to which romance always appeals. — Oscar Wilde