![]() ![]() ![]() My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. 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. What were the use of my 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 migh I cannot express it but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. ![]() I cannot express it but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. ![]()
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