I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects the idea of environmental influence on a person's character and the hypocrisy of those who manipulate emotions for their gain.
In this quote, Emily Bronte illustrates a deep philosophical perspective on how external circumstances shape individuals, suggesting that just as a tree grows crooked under the same wind, so too can people become similarly flawed due to their surroundings. The speaker's hypocrisy in representing sorrowful emotions while directly manipulating a child highlights the duality of human nature, where appearances often mask deeper intentions.
Themes
HypocrisyInfluenceCharacterEnvironmentManipulation
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a debate about nature versus nurture in psychology classes.
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