Mr. Heathcliff you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery. You are miserable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like hìm?
Nobody loves you-nobody will cry for you when you die!
I wouldn't be you!'
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said 1 killed you-haunt me, then!
The murdered do haunt their murderers, I beheve. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. 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!! cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!'
“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. 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."