A Person Who Has Not Done One

You Loved Me-then 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 Not Broken Your Heart- You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine." ~heathcliff

It Was Not The Thorn Bending To The Honeysuckles, But The Honeysuckles Embracing The Thorn.

But There's This One Difference: One Is Gold Put To The Use Of Paving-stones, And The Other Is Tin Polished To Ape A Service Of Silver. Mine Has Nothing Valuable About It; Yet I Shall Have The Merit Of Making It Go As Far As Such Poor Stuff Can Go. His Had First-rate Qualities, And They Are Lost, Rendered Worst Than Unavailing.

If He Loved With All The Powers Of His Puny Being, He Couldn't Love As Much In Eighty Years As I Could In A Day.

If You Ever Looked At Me Once With What I Know Is In You, I'd Be Your Slave.