Catherine Quotes

Catherine Quote of the day

The more a man knows, the more he forgives.

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

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

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

Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.

He would never be that way again. He would never have the power of that specific kind of not-knowing.

I couldn't blame anyone for what was in me, because I am, like everyone, populated entirely by myself.

I was thinking about stabbing myself in the face—not actually considering stabbing myself in the face, but thinking that it would be a physical expression of how I felt.

I wondered for a moment if he was trying to get me to join a cult, but I realized it was just his youth talking, not a dogma.

I thought I detected a bit of wonder in his voice, that he'd like to become part of a story, any story.

I beg you take courage

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

The truth was, she found it hard to look at the man. It was like gazing at the sun.

...You bring out the truth in me, Callista, and make me whole. I need you to set me free and give me the courage to be as strong as you are. I love you...

To her core, she suddenly knew she was not prepared to die at the hands of this worm. She had a betrothal ball to attend, wedding vows to declare, and a good man to love.

That boy never seemed to smile and he wore long sleeves year-round, and I was not so different from him—we were both unable to get near the real life in life.

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.

I needed nothing and was needed nowhere. I almost doubted I was alive.

Speaking felt impossible, as contained and enclosed as she was, a longing that went on a loop, a longing for nothing at all.

It depressed me to think that I might have been looking at another person but seeing only myself.

Maybe misery begins everywhere.

You shall not leave me in that temper.I should be miserable all night, and I won’t be miserable for you!

Is a woman bound to wifely obedience, when the result will be to turn her out of the estate of wife?

She missed his nothing. It had felt like something.

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)

But what had really happened? It was still unclear. Was it possible nothing of any significance had ever happened between us and our ending was just the sad process of realizing this?

Very early it was noticed that I had a good memory

Maybe I will always have to love the idea of love or a concept of God more than I can love a person.

I sometimes wondered why I even answered the phone, but I guess I always had the hope that it would be someone else, some other way of life calling for me.

One to be a murderer. One to be a Martyr. One to be a Monarch. One to go Mad

Why were we never together anymore, just alone in each other's vicinity?

I wasn't sure if it was safe for me to be sharing time and space with other people, who all seemed so much gentler and safer and less of a secret to themselves than I felt I was.

Past love is as good as a past dream, intangible, impossible to share.

He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like like years blended into a life, unseen but still felt, the line between memory and present always bleeding.

I couldn't decide how to feel about what he was saying, whether it was all nonsense or just more evidence that I would never understand this world.

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

It was possible she might not have the right feeling after all, that she wasn't in love, wasn't in limerence, but was in some unnamed place alone.

She was sure no one had ever been more in love than they were in those weeks, consumed by such longing, wanting to just be alive beside each other.

But we always avoided talking about these things—difficult things—and I wondered if that meant we'd be a little uncomfortable with or disappointed by each other for the rest of our lives.

Hyacinth. Please forgive me.

It was grotesque and eerie, too strange of a dream.

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.

I closed my eyes, tried to get as far away from myself as I could.

Come in! come in !’ he sobbed.‘Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!

It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes