You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

I never told my love vocally still.

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

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

I understand that most ladies tend to prefer lap dogs.... Perhaps I am an exception.

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