Quotes About Love

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

pull his hair as you go by: I heard him snap his fingers."  Frances pulled his hair heartily, and then went and seated herself on her husband's knee, and there they were, like two babies, kissing and talking nonsense by the hour—foolish palaver that we should be ashamed of.  We made ourselves as snug as our means allowed

Me parecía, instintivamente, que su reserva debía proceder de que era enemigo de dejar traslucir sus emociones. Debía de odiar y amar disimulándolo, y seguramente hubiera considerado como un impertinente a quien le amase o le odiase, a su vez.

Os meus grandes desgostos neste mundo foram os desgostos de Heathcliff, e eu acompanhei e senti cada um deles desde o início; é ele que me mantém viva. Se tudo o mais perecesse e ele ficasse, eu continuaria, mesmo assim, a existir; e, se tudo o mais ficasse e ele fosse aniquilado, o universo se tornaria para mim uma vastidão desconhecida, a que eu não teria a sensação de pertencer.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face

i have not broken your heart — you have broken it — and in breaking it, you have broken mine. (heathcliff to cathy, ch. I, p. 163)

what misery laid on Heathcliff could content me, unless I have a hand in it?  I'd rather he suffered less, if I might cause his sufferings and he might know that I was the cause.  Oh, I owe him so much. 

Antes me olvidaré de mi existencia que de ti

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered.  'Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes!  I forgive what you have done to me.  I love my murderer—but yours!  How can I?

So, with a ready heart I swore To seek their altar-stone no more; And gave my spirit to adore Thee, ever-present, phantom thing My slave, my comrade, my king

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!

Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from your greater misery! You are miseable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you - nobody will cry for you, when you die! I wouldnt't be you!

Se acercó y le alargó la mano. Hareton se puso sombrío como una nube de tormenta, apretó los puños y miró al suelo. Pero ella comprendió que aquello no era odio, sino testarudez, y, después de un instante de indecisión, se inclinó hacia él y le besó en la mejilla. Enseguida, se volvió a la ventana.

él nunca llegará a saber cuánto le quiero, y no porque sea guapo, sino porque hay más de mí en él que en mí misma. No sé qué composición tendrán nuestras almas, pero sea de lo que sea, la suya es igual a la mía

The merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says.  I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether.  There now!

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; . . .

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. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. - Heathcliff

Bésame y llora todo lo que quieras, arráncame besos y lágrimas, que ellas te abrasarán y serán tu condenación. Tú misma te has matado.

I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling—to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again.

Como nem a desgraça, nem a degradação, nem a morte, nem coisa alguma que Deus ou Satanás pudesse infligir-nos conseguiria separar-nos, você, movida pela sua própria vontade, acabou nos separando.

Él nunca llegará a saber cuánto le quiero, y no porque sea guapo, sino porque hay más de mí en él que en mí misma.

Si él la amase con toda la fuerza de su alma mezquina, no la amaría en ochenta años tanto como yo en un día.