------If you still exist in this world, then this world is meaningful to me no matter what; but if you are gone, no matter how beautiful the world is, in my eyes, he is only A desert, and I'm like a ghost
- you have reason to go to sleep with a proud heart and an empty belly. Proud people ask for their troubles, but if you feel uneasy about your narrow-mindedness, then you must ask for forgiveness.
------I really want to stay in that splendid world, never have troubles, not to see it with hazy tears, nor to pursue it with a painful mood, but to truly be with it , in it.
------You love me - so what's the reason to leave me? For what reason - answer me - is it that you have an unrealistic affection for Linton? Because suffering, humiliation, death, and all that God the devil can inflict on us, could never separate us, and you, out of your wishful thinking, did so. I didn't break your heart - you broke your own heart. You break your own heart and you break my heart, and it hits me harder because I'm strong. Do I want to live? What
kind . If you—ah, God! If your soul is buried in the grave, do you still want to live?
------The passage of time brought him a resignation to fate and a contemplation sweeter than usual joy.
------ My greatest grief in this world is Heathcliff's grief, and I have noticed and felt it from the very beginning, he is the center of my thoughts in my life. If all else perishes and he remains, I can live on, and if all else remains and he perishes, the world will be a very foreign place to me. I'm not like a part of it. My love for Aigar is like a leaf in the woods: I know all too well that when winter changes trees, time changes leaves. My love for Heathcliff is like the unchanging rock below, and although it may not seem to give you much pleasure, this pleasure is necessary. Nelly, I'm Heathcliff! He will always be in my
heart ..."
------ I linger in front of these three tombstones under that mild sky! Watching moths flutter among the heather and lily-of-the-valley flowers, and listening to the soft wind blowing among the grass, I wondered who could have imagined the restless sleep of the long sleepers beneath that peaceful land.
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