My Love For Heathcliff Resembles

If I Had Caused The Cloud, It Was My Duty To Make An Effort To Dispel It.

Yet I Was A Fool To Fancy For A Moment That She Valued Edgar Linton's Attachment More Than Mine -- If He Love With All The Powers Of His Puny Being, He Couldn't Love As Much In Eighty Years, As I Could In A Day. And Catherine Has A Heart As Deep As I Have; The Sea Could Be As Readily Contained In That Horse-trough, As Her Whole Affection Be Monopolized By Him -- Tush! He Is Scarcely A Degree Dearer To Her Than Her Dog, Or Her Horse -- It Is Not In Him To Be Loved Like Me, How Can She Love In Him What He Has Not?

However , It’s Over, And I’ll Take No Revenge On His Folly – I Can Afford To Suffer Anything, Hereafter! Should The Meanest Thing Alive Slap Me On The Cheek, I’d Not Only Turn The Other, But I’d Ask Pardon For Provoking It – And, As Proof, I’ll Go Make My Peace With Edgar Instantly – Good Night – I’m An Angel!

A Person Who Has Not Done One Half His Day's Work By Ten O Clock, Runs A Chance Of Leaving The Other Half Undone.

You Loved Me-then What Right Had You To Leave Me? What Right-answer Me-for The Poor Fancy You Felt For Linton? Because Misery And Degradation, And Death, And Nothing That God Or Satan Could Inflict Would Have Parted Us, You, Of Your Own Will, Did It. I Have Not Broken Your Heart- You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine." ~heathcliff