I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?