Toata lumea vrea sa traiasca pe culmea muntelui, nestiind ca adevarata fericire este sa urci panta
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.
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.
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... 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.
Saturday May 26, 2007 - 01:51am (EEST)
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Ah....da....imi dau lacrimile cand ma gandesc la povestea lor...iti sfarteca sufletu..e atat de puternica..cred k nimeni in afara de ei nu poate intelege...uf...te copleseste de-a dreptu...
Sunday May 27, 2007 - 01:17am (EEST)