catherine

He gestured at me. __o you like the blanket?__ nodded. __t__ warm.___ made it. Well, actually, I didn__ skin the animal, but I did kill it_.after the others pinned it down. It__ werewolf skin.__y heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.__ slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother__ idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g

A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination or a headache.

Hyacinth. Please forgive me.

but for my own part, if a book is well written, I always find it too short.

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)

You make your son out to be to be almost an idiot; well let me tell you something, Mrs Loan, if he were a complete idiot, drooling at the mouth, he'd still be a better person then you.

Oh God, I'm sorry I bring trouble on people. I don't mean to, you know that, you know that. And don't punish me by taking Ned. Keep him safe that's all I ask. That's all I'll ever ask again, just keep him safe.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad. Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! It is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

I'm so stupid," I tell her, tears streaming down my face now, blocking my vision. "You're not stupid. You're just an emotional vampire.

These heads sheltered by umbrellas be they of Zeb-un-Nisa, or Catherine of Cleopatra or Fenichka live with their own stories

Love is Love no matter old you are, and I knew if I gave you enough time, you'd come back to me.

I wish I could hold you," she continued bitterly, "till we were both dead!