segunda-feira, 14 de março de 2016

From my favorite love story...

'I think that's the worst motive you've given yet for being the wife of young Linton.'
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'It is not,' retorted she; 'it is the best! The others were the satisfaction of my whims: and for Edgar's sake, too, to satisfy him. This is for the sake of one who comprehends in his person my feelings to Edgar and myself. I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I 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 to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.—My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes 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, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don't talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; and—'

quarta-feira, 2 de março de 2016

Heart! We will forget him - Emily Dickinson

Heart! We Will Forget Him!

(Emily Dickinson)

Heart! We will forget him!
You an I, tonight! 
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me 
That I my thoughts may dim; 
Haste! lest while you're lagging.
 I may remember him!