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Choose a stream to follow and continue in Read, or shuffle the shelves for another flight.The strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
A grinding in the bones and deadly nausea, then an astonishing sweetness that made wickedness feel like liberty.
Robert Louis StevensonThe strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I was slowly losing hold of my better self—Hyde was growing stronger, and I feared I might never be whole again.
Robert Louis StevensonAdventures of Huckleberry Finn
Dark as sin, then as bright as glory in a flash—how can a storm move and feel like a living thing?
Mark TwainAdventures of Huckleberry Finn
I don't want the money—I want you to have it all; what would make someone refuse a fortune so plainly?
Mark TwainAdventures of Huckleberry Finn
Kneeling to pray, the words wouldn't come—I'm pretending to repent while hiding the biggest lie inside me.
Mark TwainWuthering Heights
I'll pray to live after my father—I would rather be miserable than let him die.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
She said she'd rather die if it would kill him—then wondered why everyone had suddenly become her enemy.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
I told her she was safe, then coached her to promise a happiness she didn't mean.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
She cried that Nelly was her hidden enemy—and vowed to make her howl a recantation.
Emily BrontëWuthering Heights
She clutched his hair, begging to be held until they were both dead—then demanded he swear he would never forget her.
Emily BrontëPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Given a crumb, I dared not eat—how can possessing the smallest thing feel like sovereign wealth?
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Not knowing when dawn will come, I open every door—ready for feather or billow.
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
If you could have the whole sky, your heart might split—might limited sight be a mercy against overflowing beauty?
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
Mountains drip sunset like spilled gold; the village blots out and night moves in like a passing duchess.
Dickinson, EmilyPoems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
I asked for a heaven only large enough for me—why did that honest bargain make me later eye the skies with suspicion?
Dickinson, Emily