Heathcliff : I pray one prayer, I repeat it till my tongue stiffens. Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you, haunt me, then!... Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.
Cathy : It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of creation if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees — my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath — a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff — he's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being — so, don't talk of our separation again — it is impracticable.
Yes, that's love, it is. No matter how twisted they were, what they had for eachother is something special. Something, so tragically beautiful, that it sold this book. = )
Read Wuthering Heights, 'cause if all fails and fades away, love won't. = )
Your very own romantic
Shrutilaya
P.S. I won't be blogging for a while, boards start Monday, continue to send me your guest posts, I'll put them up when I can. = )
See you! Wish me luck!
Friday, 27 February 2009
My imagination is blocked due to french.
Posted by Shrutilaya at 20:21
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5 comments:
All the best you incurable romantic, you! :*
oh i thought you were talking about that billi walla heathcliff and his girfriend caty..
sigh..so much so for my heathcliffy ending..
oh, all the best for your exams..
:D
P.S. : guest post might consist of limericks (and my poetry totally sucks...)
hope that's fine...
if it ain't then tell me, i'll write on something else...
Relax,
you'll shine :)
Am here for 1st time...... to wish yu, All the very best for yur exams....
Thank you, people. <3
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