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  • Monique Christine, 37
  • Bucuresti, Romania
  • School: CSIE

 

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   Toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe culmea muntelui, nestiind ca adevarata fericire este sa urci panta

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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.

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.

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... 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.

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Saturday May 26, 2007 - 01:51am (EEST)

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shefa

Ah....da....imi dau lacrimile cand ma gandesc la povestea lor...iti sfarteca sufletu..e atat de puternica..cred k nimeni in afara de ei nu poate intelege...uf...te copleseste de-a dreptu...

Sunday May 27, 2007 - 01:17am (EEST)

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