There are thousands of Jane Eyre and Scarlett in the world, Cathy is the only one in the world.
There is a strange and strong love between Cathy and Heathcliff, as they say, their souls are the most similar, Cathy is Heathcliff, Heathcliff is Cathy, they are each other's life, not even God and Satan can separate them . Maybe the relationship between them has surpassed love and is better than the only confidant. As Cathy said, I love him so much, not because he is handsome, but because he is more like myself than me. Whatever the texture of our souls, his is exactly the same as mine.
In my soul and in my heart, I'm convinced that it was wrong. And if my brother had not put Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now. So he'll never know I love him. My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries. And I wathched and felt each from the beginning. My love for Linton is like foliage in the woods. Time will change it, as winter changes the trees. I love Heathcliff. He's like the eternal rocks beneath. A source of literal, visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.”
What hurts readers is that, although Cathy sees so clearly the relationship between herself and Heathcliff, she is still a woman of flesh and blood with worldly desires, who cannot choose Heathcliff for her class status and prosperity. Or, she hoped that even if Heathcliff wasn't in a high position, at least she could hold her own and still be able to protect Heathcliff if needed. But Heathcliff can never seem to forgive Cathy for her wrong choice, but no matter what, he still loves her deeply, and so does Cathy, he even cursed her with the most vicious language after her death, praying that her soul would not rest in peace, so She could keep pestering herself, letting him find a pitiful consolation in the absence of consolation.
Although from the traditional point of view, it is difficult for us to understand the relationship between them, there is no expectation, and there is no way to realize it, but this is still an awe-inspiring relationship, although it cannot be reached, the heart yearns for it.
I linger in front of these three tombstones under that mild sky! Watching moths flutter among the heather and orchid, and listening to the soft wind blowing among the grass, I wonder who could have imagined the restless sleep of those who sleep beneath that peaceful land. . "
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