Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.
wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.
That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.