. . . My great 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. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. . . . My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath . . . I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
. . . Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! . . . I have not broken your heart---you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you--- . . . Would you like to live with your soul in the grave? . . . may you not rest as long as I am living! . . . Be with me always---take any form---drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! . . . I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
Wuthering Heights. The title itself is romance. If you've never read it, it isn't one of those happy ending romances, but the depth of feeling expressed reaches me to my core. I started re-reading it this weekend & these particular passages jumped out to me. And today being Valentine's Day I thought I would share. Some where out there is the person that is more myself than me, or at least more the person I would like myself to be. So to hopeless romantics everywhere, find your Heathcliff (or Catherine), and love them for the time you have.