Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

I never told my love vocally still.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.