Wuthering Heights

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same...
... 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... 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 pleasure to myself - but, as my own being - so, don't talk of our separation again - it is impraticable.

[da Cime Tempestose di Emily Brontë]

Una delle più appassionate, tormentate e totali dichiarazioni d'amore di sempre.