Terror made me cruel.
He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am.
I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.
My great thought in living is himself. 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: I should not seem a part of it.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter change the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal beneath: a source of little visible delight,but necessary.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.