chapter 9
catherine earnshaw (in disclosing her little "secret" to Mrs Ellen Dean after she has agreed to marry Edgar Linton ( Read more... )

Lift not the painted veil which those who live ( Read more... )

It's that time of year,
Leave all our hopelessnesses aside (if just for a little while)
Tears stop right here,
I know we've all had a bumpy ride

it's a new year.

i've been thinking about this for quite some time.
it's time to leave unruhe_nig.

happy 2006!
thanks for all the love and friendship.

-courtesy of jolene-

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

- Robert Frost.

finally got round to reading the book, and thoroughly enjoyed it. jtsy - i think you recommended this (when you saw some tony parsons lying about my room, or maybe a mention that i was reading some of the above) and coined it emotional fiction? i liked it ( Read more... )

because the sun will rise again, who knows what the tide will bring?

do you have that feeling sometimes when you are just bursting to tell someone, anyone something, but your common sense and reticence just holds you back, and it's probably for the best that you didn't ( Read more... )

- the fresh air you breathe every morning ( Read more... )

Whoever does not have the stomach for this fight, let him depart. Give him money to speed his departure since we wish not to die in that man's company. Whoever lives past today and comes home safely will rouse himself every year on this day, show his neighbour his scars, and tell embellished stories of all their great feats of battle. These stories ( Read more... )