Look On The Grave Where Thou Must

I Have To Remind Myself To Breathe -- Almost To Remind My Heart To Beat!

My Love For Heathcliff Resembles The Eternal Rocks Beneath: A Source Of Little Visible Delight, But Necessary.

Your Presence Is A Moral Poison That Would Contaminate The Most Virtuous

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.

You Have Left Me So Long To Struggle Against Death, Alone, That I Feel And See Only Death! I Feel Like Death!