It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands. Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer- but yours! How can I?
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, and-
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger; I should not seem a part of it.