‘My greatest miseries in this world have been Heathcliff’s miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. (…) My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff is like the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff .’
