“Come in! come in !’ he sobbed. ‘Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart’s darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!” LoveLossGriefHeartbreakGhostHauntingHauntedHeathcliffSpectreCatherine EarnshawHeathcliff Catherine LoveCome In Book:Wuthering Heights Source: Wuthering Heights
“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: and I would not, though he groaned from this or his dying day, and wept tears of blood for Catherine!” EvilHeartbreakVulnerability Book:Wuthering Heights Source: Wuthering Heights
“In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her — That however which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least — 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 night, 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!” LoveHeartbreak Book:Wuthering Heights Source: Wuthering Heights
“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)” Heartbreak Book:Wuthering Heights Source: Wuthering Heights
“if i cannot keep heartcliff for my friend — if edgar will be mean and jealous, i’ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. (catherine, ch. XI, p. 116)” HeartbreakCatherine Earnshaw Book:Wuthering Heights Source: Wuthering Heights
“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? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - 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 no 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?” LoveHeartbreakBetrayal Book:Wuthering Heights Source: Wuthering Heights