Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

My Love For Linton Is Like The Foliage In The Woods. Time Will Changeit,i'mwellaware, Aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love For Heathcliff Resembles The Eternal Rocks Beneatha Source Of Little Visible Delight But Necessary. Nelly, I Am Heathcliff.

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.

Oh, I'm Burning! I Wish I Were Out Of Doors! 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?

Earth Reserves No Blessing For The Unblessed Of Heaven!

He... Was Attached By Ties Stronger Than Reason Could Break -- Chains, Forged By Habit, Which It Would Be Cruel To Attempt To Loosen.