key quotes 'Wuthering Heights' and 'Mrs Dalloway'

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 noting in the world …

so bad for some women as marriage

a little Lascar …

or an American or Spanish castaway

they entirely refused …

to have it in bed with them

from the very beginning …

he bred bad feeling into the house

as dear to him as a …

personal possession; moments of pride in England

men of …

business

voice of an ancient …

spring sprouting from the earth

she probably cannot appreciate …

a better class of people when she meets them

impudent …

loose-lipped, humorous

still there was time …

for a spark between them

I am …

Heathcliff

moths …

fluttering among the heath

the soft wind …

breathing through the grass

flung himself …

vigorously, violently down onto Mrs Filmer’s area railings

where would …

it descend?

the world wavered and …

quivered and threatened to burst into flames

like a child reviving …

and sinking again to sleep

bleak, hilly …

coal country

tore the pillow …

with her teeth

larks were …

silent

early trees …

smitten and blackened

the unseen part of us …

which spreads wide, the unseen might survive

being laid out like …

a mist between the people she knew best

wondered how anyone could ever …

imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth

for there …

she was

villainous …

old guns

chairs, high-backed …

primitive structures

swarm of …

squealing puppies

the kitchen is forced …

to retreat into another quarter

carpeted with …

crimson, and crimson covered chairs

a pure white …

ceiling, bordered by gold

a shower of …

glass drops hanging in silver chains

Arlington Street and Piccadilly seemed to chafe the air in the park and …

lift its leaves hotly, brilliantly, on waves of divine vitality which Clarissa loved

from the middle of Bond Street …

to Oxford Street on one side

slice like a …

knife through everything

the single pleasure I can imagine is …

to die, or to see him dead

the first thing she saw me do, on coming out of the Grange, …

was to hang up her little dog

I bounded, leaped and …

flew down the steep road

far rather be condemned to a perpetual …

dwelling in the infernal regions, than ever for one night abide beneath the roof of Wuthering Heights again

I, being your …

legal protector, must retain you in my custody

I am alone, …

I am alone

he had a beautiful …

fresh colour

do you see that …

face

it’s true, then; …

that’s dreadful

like a match …

burning in a crocus

had that not, after all …

been love

pointed; …

dartlike, definite

pity for the …

loss of roses

as soft and pure in …

its bloom as a wild rose

a happy creature, …

an angel

a flowering …

tree

whatever our souls are …

made of, his and mine are the same

for every thought she spends …

on Linton, she spends a thousand on me

the sea could as readily be …

contained in that horse trough as her whole affection could be monopolised by him

the kiss of …

a wave

waves which …

threaten to break

Miss Cathy is of us - I mean, …

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

he 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 …

it was she who suffered - but she had nobody to tell

as he had often seen her …

in a doorway

extingusihed any curiosity he once possessed in …

purity of knowledge, and any love for books or learning

I hated a …

good book

what in the name of all that feels …

has he got to do with books when I am dying

he wanted to lie in an ecstasy of …

peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee

for the young people could …

not talk […] communicating feeling was not for them

emigration had become, …

in short, Lady Burton

the papers were ready for …

Richard down at Aldmixton whenever the time came

something of a cloud’s …

sudden sobriety

the beautiful body …

like the figure head of a ship

the ruffian kicked …

and trampled on him

his adversary had fallen …

senseless with excessive pain

if I had been in the young lady's place, I would, …

at least have swept the hearth, and wiped the tabes with a duster

worshipping …

proportion

pointing out in chorus the supreme …

advantage of a sense of proportion

I have undergone …

sharp discipline

the old woman looking out of the window …

quite unconscious she was being watched

she was going to bed […] …

it will be a dusky sky, turning away its cheek in beauty

his wife would never, …

never tell that he was mad

cool as …

a vault

lollops on …

the waves

in all dress and …

manners a gentleman