#heights

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

— Emily Brontë

#love

The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in - let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) - 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#wuthering-heights #melancholy

From the heights of these pyramids, forty centuries look down on us. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

#down #forty #heights #look #pyramids

What I've tended to do is to use my own experiences to get into someone else's mind, like in Wuthering Heights. ↗

— Kate Bush

#experiences #get #heights #i #into

The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. ↗

— Albert Camus

#fill #happy #heart #heights #imagine

Teamwork is so important that it is virtually impossible for you to reach the heights of your capabilities or make the money that you want without becoming very good at it. ↗

— Brian Tracy

#capabilities #good #heights #important #impossible

Now people all across America are starting to believe in America again. We are coming back, back to the heights of greatness, back to America's proud role as a temple of justice and a champion of peace. ↗

— Theodore C. Sorensen

#again #america #back #believe #champion

I may climb perhaps to no great heights, but I will climb alone. ↗

— Cyrano de Bergerac

#alone #climb #heights #i #may

I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I have looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life. ↗

— Leni Riefenstahl

#depths #each #experienced #feel #heart

If you ask me, houses shouldn't have been built down here. These little block-long streets cease abruptly at the open space that remains on the side of the hill, and the hill is angry that development has crept so close. It whips these pathetic homes with a battering, constant wind. It sends soggy clouds to sit damply atop the roofs, trickling stagnant moisture, birthing deep green molds. It sends its monsters, the horrifying Jerusalem crickets, up from the soil to invade basement apartments, looking like greasy, translucent alien insects. They drive me crying into the bathroom to strategize their eviction from my home. ↗

— Michelle Tea

#san-francisco #home