If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
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.
I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.