NovelThe tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them.Emily BronteWuthering Heights · 1847★ 7.1
NovelI wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free.Emily BronteWuthering Heights · 1847★ 3.9
NovelWhatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.Emily BronteWuthering Heights · 1847★ 3.9
NovelBe with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!Emily BronteWuthering Heights · 1847★ 3.8
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