Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

Whatever our soulsare made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton’s is asdifferent as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost fromfire.’

My lovefor Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it,I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My lovefor Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source oflittle visible delight, but necessary.

have not broken yourheart—youhave broken it; and in breaking it, you have brokenmine.

And I pray one prayer—Irepeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may younot rest as long as I amliving;

you said I killed you—hauntme, then!

Bewith me always—take any form—drive me mad! onlydonotleave me in this abyss, ...

Icannotlive without my life! Icannotlive wi...