“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. 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 on my mind: not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. So don’t talk of separation again: It is impracticable;”
— Catherine Earnshaw, Wuthering Heights