...you have torn my life all to pieces.. made me a victim, a caged bird!

Él me destrozó el corazón. Tú destrozaste mi vida.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life.

You cut your life down for spite!

Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .

I broke my soul trying to mend yours.

I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

I hated you because you reminded me of...how I once was...of what I lost.

Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no 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.

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?

Deine Sehnsucht war, mein Leben zu zerstören, und meine war es, mein Leben dir zum Trotz zu behaupten.

Forgive me... for my love - for ruining you with my love.

You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no 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 - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave?