Emily Jane Brontë

existence, after losing her, would be hell.

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.

You teach me now how cruel you've been—cruel and false. WHY did you despise me? WHY did you betray your own heart, Cathy?

have not broken your heart—YOU have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!’

she said, with angry animation. ‘You are one of those things that are ever found when least wanted, and when you are wanted, never!

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

wincing. ‘I should not allow any one to inconvenience me, if I could hinder it—walk in!’

The ‘walk in’ was uttered with closed teeth, a

You may also tell him that the mother of Linton desired him to remain under my guardianship; and, at present, his health is very precarious.’

Terror made me cruel;