Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

‘in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!’

Nelly, but because he’s more myself 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 lightning, or frost from fire.’

MOONBEAM LIGHTING TAKING OFF YOUR BLUE JEANS

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable;

the stab of a knife could not inflict a worse pang than he suffered at seeing his lady vexed.