Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same;

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:

Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!"