You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content. - Emily Brontë

And I pray one prayer — I repeat it till my tongue stiffens — Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you — haunt me, then!...Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;

El mundo es para mi una horrenda colección de recuerdos diciéndome que ella vivió y que la he perdido.