Last night, I was talking to a friend about Heathcliff. He is one of my all-time favourite characters. Mainly because his heart was like a woman’s. Like a mother of a new-born. He opened his heart and let his affection pour out like a savage sea. His heart was jagged and gritty and echoed with the hollow winds of unrequited love. He did not shield his heart from irrefutable pain or rejection. He, in fact, seemed to be spurred on by both. He did not put up a barbed little fence around his pride. Did not decide that he would love only until this point and no more. He ripped his heart just so that it remained open for Catherine. He hunted, he haunted.
And in some bizarre way, in a way that can only spell self-destruction, he managed to shield his heart from only two things that could have saved him – control and restraint.
I have unlikely heroes.
And in some bizarre way, in a way that can only spell self-destruction, he managed to shield his heart from only two things that could have saved him – control and restraint.
I have unlikely heroes.
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KISMAT PE NAA AAYE YAKIN
-NO I'M NOT THE ONE WHO PROMISED OF ANY ALLO PARATHA BUT THE ONE WHOM PROMISED OF BEING FRIENDS THRUOUT THE LIFE.
okay i guess i made some kind of a mistake. thought you were my ex-roomie. :-)
And lonely, heathcliff is a character from the novel 'Wuthering Heights' by Charlotte Bronte. All I can say is read it, read it, read it!
In fact, madhavan, there is a theory that postulates that Emily's characterization of Heathcliff was based on her own personality...and Wuthring Heights is based on her love affair with another woman.
but it is an amazing book... i have yet to make up my mind about it.
hmm...i should read her poems then.
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