Sunday, January 11, 2015

Eleanor and park q #6

I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.

Eleanor and park q #5

I don't like you, Park," she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. "I..." - her voice nearly disappeared - "think I live for you."
He closed his eyes and pressed his head back into his pillow.
"I don't think I even breathe when we're not together," she whispered. "Which means, when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?"
He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears.

Eleanor and park q #4

What are the chances you’d ever meet someone like that? he wondered. Someone you could love forever, someone who would forever love you back? And what did you do when that person was born half a world away? The math seemed impossible.

Eleanor and park q #3

I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorite person of all time.

Eleanor and park q #2

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

Eleanor and park q #1

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something. 

Wuthering heights q #17

She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him: yet she got chided more than any of us on his account

Wuthering heights q #16

how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

Frances lmao


Wuthering heights q #14


It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered

Wuthering heights q #13

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

Wuthering heights q #12

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

Wuthering heights q #10

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

Wuthering heights q #11

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

Wuthering heights q #9

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.