MOCKS wuthering heights and mrs dalloway quotes

I am…

Heathcliff

whatever our…

souls are made of, his and mine are the same

not taking leisure…

to consider why she was so flurried

for every thought…

she spends on Linton, she spends a thousand on me!

like a match…

burning in a crocus

had not that…

after all, been love?

he had a beautiful…

fresh colour \[…\] of a young hawk

the sea…

could be as readily contained in that hoarse-trough as her whole affection could be monopolised by him

the kiss…

of a wave

waves which…

threaten to break

she probably cannot…

appreciate a better class of people, when she meets them

Miss Cathy is…

of us - I mean, of the Lintons

far better…

that she should be dead

the repulsive…

brute, with the blood-red nostrils

Dr Homes…

had told her to make him notice real things, go to a music hall, play cricket

retained…

no marks of former degradation

overmastering…

desire to overcome her

the odious…

Kilman would destroy it

we’ll see if…

one tree won’t grow as crooked as another

if she could…

clasp her, if she could make her hers forever

where would…

it descend?

the world…

wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames

vigorously…

violently

bleak…

hilly coal country

tore the…

pillow with her teeth

larks…

were silent

the unseen part of us…

which spreads wide, the unseen might survive

being laid out…

like a mist between the people she knew best

moths…

fluttering among the heath

soft wind…

breathing through the grass

wondered how…

anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth

for…

there she was

not even…

Clarissa anymore; this being Mrs Richard Dalloway

like a…

nun withdrawing

like iron…

like flint, rigid up the backbone

an exile…

an outcast

I wish…

I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free

there’s nothing in the world…

so bad for some women as marriage

little Lascar…

or American or Spanish castaway

from the very beginning…

he bred bad feeling into the house

moments of…

pride in England

voice of…

an ancient spring sprouting from the earth

impudent…

loose-lipped, humorous

still there was time…

for a spark between them

for the young people…

could not talk

emigration…

had become, in short, Lady Bruton

now’t…

gut fur now’t

if you are…

called upon in a court of law

I, being…

your legal protector

something of a…

cloud’s sudden sobriety

the beautiful…

body \[…\] like the figure-head of a ship

rudely…

yet powerfully sketched

like a… (Cathy’s death)

child reviving, and sinking again to sleep

I am…

alone, I am alone!

his wife and would…

never, never tell that he was mad!

pity for…

the loss of roses

as soft and pure…

in its bloom as a wild rose

a happy creature…

and an angel

lolloping…

on the waves

he had heard…

Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he staid to hear no farther

closing his…

knife with a snap

so she…

left him

never, never…

had he suffered so internally

I have not…

broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine

why make him…

suffer, when she had tortured him so infernally

why did you…

betray your own heart Cathy?

why did you…

despise me

she had grown…

so thin