Sea cual fuere la sustancia de la que están hechas las almas, la suya y la mía son idénticas - Emily Brontë

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living

"Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.