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she has thrown herself away upon that boor from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed!

Why do you want to convince me there's no happiness in the world?

O thy sweet tongue must plead for me

perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.  A capital fellow!

His weakness was the only time when I could taste the delight of paying wrong for wrong.

I'd soon put that little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.  This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England

I must, then, repeat continually that we are for ever sundered: — and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask, no eye would mourn; I never caused a thought of gloom, A smile of joy, since I was born.

Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar stairs with vexatious phlegm.

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness -

There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it.

Impossibility, like wine Exhilarates the man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavoreless.

And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine And ask my business there.

Sorrow seems more general than it did, and not the estate of a few persons, since the war began; and if the anguish of others helped one with one's own, now would be many medicines.

It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet

Whats not to love is hardly a reason to love. And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction.

What's not to love' is hardly a reason to love, And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction.

I don't know what a carbuncle is, but it doesn't sound pleasant. I wish one upon Rachel's nose.

And I love the beret. Just glad that it wasn't raspberry." "Or from a secondhand store," he deadpanned. "Although I would love to see you in it. And if it was warm…

Actually, Saint Peter was in jail, one time -- I laugh. Babies don't go in jail. This happened when they were all grown up. I didn't know Baby Jesus grows up.

except one bit about a movie with werewolves and a woman bursting like a balloon is just special effects, that's drawing on computers.

The greater the mental charlatan, the more definite his insistence on the wickedness and weakness of human nature.

Pop goes the weasel,' said Kiki, and nibbled at Jack's ear.