love-hate entanglement

Jonas 2022-10-27 16:06:39

It's a love-hate relationship. A good gentleman, a kind-hearted gentleman, who is not very good at raising three children. The filming was good, and the protagonists were well chosen. The poor male protagonist's son, who had no fatherly love, died as soon as he got married. Unexpectedly, the ending is that the heroine's brother's son and his daughter are together. The man's son and the heroine's daughter are such a good match. Michael's son may be because his mother told them, they all know their stories. I don't like the heroine and heroine a bit, but I can understand the shadow left by the hero's childhood and his resentment. The male protagonist and the male protagonist's son were so handsome when they were young. Why did the hero finally commit suicide? Why are those two together again? Maybe it's because the daughter of the woman he loves has changed everything. Even if the child of the woman you love is not yours, there are traces of the person you love, and it will be like her, with her blood flowing. I feel that the heroine's husband is very good, and the husband's sister is also very good, and it's so miserable. I was cheated, and I have no mercy. In the end, I gave birth to such a handsome son. The hero doesn't miss her, he loves the hero. Yes, and he is also kind. He actually wants to heal the man, but unfortunately the male protagonist is too blinded by hatred. The male protagonist feels that it is easier to hate than before, alas.

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Wuthering Heights quotes

  • Heathcliff: What's that? There's a look in your eyes. My God, I think it's guilt. You've been with him, haven't you? You've laid with Edgar, haven't you?

    Cathy: He's my husband.

    Heathcliff: As if your pretend marriage matters to me? How am I to look at you? How am I to touch you now that his milky feeble hands have held you as I'm holding you now, you disgust me.

  • Heathcliff: Going somewhere?

    Cathy: Where would I go, my love? It's raining.

    Heathcliff: Yet you have that silk frock on, my love.

    Heathcliff: Someone coming here, perhaps?

    Cathy: Perhaps.

    Heathcliff: Edgar Linton?

    Cathy: [freeing her head from Nellie's fussing hands] I said enough, Nellie... Let me alone!

    Heathcliff: [slowly walking towards Cathy] Three months ago we lay together yet since then every evening is spent with the Lintons!

    Cathy: Perhaps I find Edgar easier company. Perhaps he doesn't talk of curses and fall into a brooding silence.

    Heathcliff: So you dislike my company?

    Cathy: It's no company at all when people know nothing and say nothing.

    Heathcliff: [hurt, and giving away as much] Yeah... There. At last you said that I am no longer worthy of you.

    Heathcliff: [bitterly] I say, may you suffer for this.

    Cathy: [holding back tears] So I am cursed too, am I?

    Heathcliff: No, I am the one that is truly cursed. I was cursed the moment I laid eyes on you.