anna nield

“It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff, now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton’s is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Richie,” he whispered. “What?” Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately. “Don’t call me Eds,” he said, and smiled. He raised his left hand slowly and touched Richie’s cheek. Richie was crying. “You know I… I…” Eddie closed his eyes, thinking how to finish, and while he was still thinking it over he died.”
― Stephen King, It

“Told the afternoon before that his wife and two of his children were alive, Reed had stayed up through the night, baking sweet cakes for them.”
― Daniel James Brown, The Indifferent Stars Above: The Harrowing Saga of the Donner Party