Alas, For The Effects Of Bad Tea

How Cruel, Your Veins Are Full Of Ice-water And Mine Are Boiling

Be With Me Always - Take Any Form - Drive Me Mad! Only Do Not Leave Me In This Abyss, Where I Cannot Find You! Oh, God! It Is Unutterable! I Can Not Live Without My Life! I Can Not Live Without My Soul!

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

The Lord Help Us!' He Soliloquised In An Undertone Of Peevish Displeasure, While Relieving Me Of My Horse: Looking, Meantime, In My Face So Sourly That I Charitably Conjectured He Must Have Need Of Divine Aid To Digest His Dinner, And His Pious Ejaculation Had No Reference To My Unexpected Advent.

That Is How I'm Loved! Well, Never Mind. That Is Not My Heathcliff. I Shall Love Mine Yet; And Take Him With Me: He's In My Soul.