Quotes About Love

He's not a human being,' she retorted; 'and he has no claim on my charity. I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this - I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be - that proves I love him better than myself.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me?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.So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?

For what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at nights, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men, and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!

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.

Você pode lutar, por amor, com esse diabo o tempo que quiser; quando a hora chegar, nem todos os santos do céu terão poder para salvá-lo!

Lui è più me di me stessa. Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono simili; e l'anima di Linton è differente come un raggio di luna dal lampo, o il gelo dal fuoco.

powiedzia?am mu, ?e jego niebo by?oby md?e i nudne, a on odpar?, ?e moje by?oby pijane.

I love him better than myself, Ellen; and I know it by this - I pray every night that I may love after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be - that proves I love him better than myself.

He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. He did not raise his to her, often; a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers.

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.

i pray every night that i may live after him; because i would rather be miserable than that he should be (cathy about edgar, ch. VIII, p. 231)

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! (cathy to heathcliff, ch. XV, p. 288)

I said his heaven would only be half alive, and he said mine would be drunk; I said I should fall asleep in his, and he said he could not breathe in mine.

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.

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.

He didn't pray for Catherine's soul to haunt him. Time bought resignation, and a melancholy sweeter than common joy. He recalled her memory with ardent, tender love, and hopeful aspiring to the better world; where he doubted not she was gone.

Je lui ai donné mon cÅ"ur, il l'a pris, l'a broyé et me l'a rejeté mort. C'est avec le cÅ"ur qu'on sent, Hélène ; puisqu'il a détruit le mien, je n'ai plus le pouvoir de rien ressentir pour lui.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

Ele nunca saberá como eu o amo; e não é por ele ser bonito, Nelly mas por ele ser mais parecido comigo do que eu própria. Seja qual for a matéria do que nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais, e a do Linton é tão diferente delas como um raio de lua num relâmpago, ou a geada de fogo

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.

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

Rimani con me sempre, prendi qualsiasi forma, fammi diventar pazzo! Soltanto non lasciarmi in questo abisso, dove non posso trovarti! Oh Dio; è indicibile! Non posso vivere senza la mia vita! Non posso vivere senza l'anima mia!

Non saprà mai quanto io lo ami: e questo non perché è bello Nelly, ma perché lui è più me di me stessa. Di qualsiasi cosa siano fatte le nostre anime, la sua e la mia sono simili; e l'anima di Linton è differente come un raggio di luna dal lampo, o il gelo dal fuoco.