Catherine

«If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable. [...] I dreamt once that I was there. [...] heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. [...] 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 love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it [...] My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath [...] 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.
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Let me alone. [...] If I’ve done wrong, I’m dying for it. It is enough! You left me too: but I won’t upbraid you! I forgive you. Forgive me!»

—Emily Brontë ('Wuthering Heights')

[drawing from 2006; retouched]