I never told my love vocally still.

She burned too bright for this world.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

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

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