Studied by 0 peopleHe's more myself than I am.
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.
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 can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!
I wish I were a girl again,
half-savage and hardy, and free.
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then.
The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being,
he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it;
and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
She burned
too bright for this world.
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!
If you ever looked at me once
with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
I gave him my heart,
and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas;
they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.
You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me?
Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself.
Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you.
You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?
So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live?
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?
I have to remind myself to breathe -
- almost to remind my heart to beat!
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles,
but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there:
not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
‘It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.
'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?’
Honest people don't
hide their deeds.
‘May she wake in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence,
stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where?’
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth;
and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee.
I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind -
not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.
Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends;
they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
You know that I could as
soon forget you as my existence!
I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I
have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it.
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now 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.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.
A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
The moment her regard ceased, I could have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood!
But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!
I'll be as dirty as I please, and I
like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree – filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image!
The most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to
the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
I hate him for himself, but
despise him for the memories he revives.
‘If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable.’
Because you are not fit to go there, I answered. All sinners would be miserable in heaven.
The thing that irks me most is this shattered prison, after all. I’m tired of being enclosed here.
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
‘Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?’ was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair.
And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas:
they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
How cruel, your veins
are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be
miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.
How strange! I thought,
though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
Existence,
after losing her, would be hell
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction,
and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness;
how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine --
If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day.
And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have;
the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush!
He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse --
It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?
You must forgive me,
for I struggled only for you.
Your presence is a moral poison that
would contaminate the most virtuous
They forgot everything
the minute they were together again.
Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay.
If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore!
I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it
a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.
Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water;
but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist
on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...
If I had caused the cloud,
it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
‘It’s no company at all, when people
know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them!
Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
I 'never told my love' vocally; still,
if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive,
as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
As different as a moonbeam
from lightning, or frost from fire.
Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and
never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change.
I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails!
It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.
Hereafter she is only my sister in name;
not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
Having noticed a slight movement, I turned my head, and saw him rise from the bench, and steal out noiselessly.
He had listened till he heard Catherine say it would degrade her to marry him, and then he stayed to hear no further.
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