Cime tempestose

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. Se tutti quanti morissero, e non restasse che lui, io continuerei a esistere; e se tutti gli altri restassero in vita, e lui venisse annientato, l’universo mi diventerebbe completamente estraneo: non me ne sentirei più parte.. 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.