* ( WUTHERING HEIGHTS / SENTENCE PROMPTS.
These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.
❛ He’s more myself than I am. ❜
❛ Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ❜
❛ If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be. ❜
❛ I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free. ❜
❛ He couldn’t love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. ❜
❛ May you not rest as long as I am living. ❜
❛ You said I killed you - haunt me then. ❜
❛ I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. ❜
❛ Terror made me cruel. ❜
❛ I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ❜
❛ She burned too bright for this world. ❜
❛ And this is one: I’m going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it. ❜
❛ I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death. ❜
❛ People feel with their hearts, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him. ❜
❛ You teach me now how cruel you’ve been - cruel and false. ❜
❛ Why did you despise me? ❜
❛ Why did you betray your own heart? ❜
❛ I have to remind myself to breathe – almost to remind my heart to beat! ❜
❛ It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. ❜
❛ It is hard to forgive. ❜
❛ May she wake in torment! ❜
❛ She’s a liar to the end! ❜
❛ Honest people don’t hide their deeds. ❜
❛ Heaven did not seem to be my home. ❜
❛ A person who has not done one half his day’s work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. ❜
❛ Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies. ❜
❛ You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! ❜
❛ I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. ❜
❛ A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself. ❜
❛ Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. ❜
❛ I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty! ❜
❛ I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives. ❜
❛ I’m tired, tired of being enclosed here. ❜
❛ How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling. ❜
❛ Existence, after losing her, would be hell ❜
❛ I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing. ❜
❛ By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness. ❜
❛ She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. ❜
❛ She burned too brightly for this world. ❜
❛ You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you. ❜