Terror made me cruel.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home;and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth .
He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
I'm wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart; but really with it, and in it.
so he shall never know how I love him:and that,not because he's handsome,but because he's more 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 lighting,or frost from fire.
my great thought in living is himself.If all else perished,and he remained,I should still continue to be;and if all else remained,and he were annihilated,the universe would turn to a mighty stranger:I should not seem a part of it.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods:time will change it,I'm well aware,as winter change the trees.My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal beneath:a source of little visible delight,but necessary.