Character: Heathcliff

It was a strange way of killing - not that gradually, and for the tiny particles to seduce me with a Ghost of hope for eighteen years!

I struggled hard in life, since the last time I heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!

I'm too happy; and yet I am happy enough.

If it's cold, I'll think it's cold to me, that permeates me and the wind, and when it is stationary, I would say that this is a dream...

You know as well as I, that for every thought given to Linton, she is a thousand doom gives me.

'She abandoned them under a delusion,' he answered; ' picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly be considered a person of sound mind - so she stubbornly believe in its fantastic representation of me and all behavior is trying to please this fictional character, so her helpful. But now, I think she begins to understand what the hell I am: I don't see the silly smiles and grimaces provoked me at first and mindless inability to understand that I am not joking when I Express to her in person my opinion about her and her stupid love. It took enormous tension of all her mental faculties to figure out finally that I don't love her.

I have no pity! No! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! Some moral itch. I comb the ulcer the harder, the stronger the pain becomes.

You say she is often restless, and anxious-looking: is that a proof of tranquillity? You interpret that she was mental. As she was not hurt, hell, in her frightful isolation?

I soon forget you as my existence!

I'm forced to remind myself to breathe -- Almost to remind my heart to beat! Bend like a tight spring - only under duress, I do even the most simple action, when he is not pushing me to my main concern.

Hush, my darling! I'm staying. If he shot me, I die, blessing his killer.

And if she crumbled to dust, or worse, dreamed about would you then? I said.
- About to crumble to dust along with her.

No, God will not give so much pleasure to me. Just to figure out how I punish him a little better. Leave me alone and I will seek out the way. When I think about it, I don't feel pain.

- Vengeance is not in God's hands?
- No. Because God will not receive from it that meet what I want.