WH: Isolation, Separation and Lost Love Flashcards
Nightmare
The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and A most melancholy voice sobbed, “Let me in - let me in!” “Who are you?” I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. “Catherine Linton”, it replied shiveringly (why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty times for Linton); “I’m come home: I’d lost my way on the moor!”
Lockwood - C3, P17
Uncontrollable passion of tears
He got onto the bed, and wrenched open the lattice, bursting, as he pulled at it, into an uncontrollable passion of tears. “Come in! Come in!” he sobbed. “Cathy, do come. Oh do - once more! Oh! My heart’s darling; hear me this time, Catherine, at last!” The spectre showed a spectre’s ordinary caprice: it gave no sign of being; but the snow and wind whirled wildly through even reaching my station, and blowing out the light.
Lockwood about Heathcliff - C3, P20
Too fond
She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him
Nelly - C5, P29
I struggled only for you
Heathcliff: “I’ve fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice; and you must forgive me, for I struggled only for you!”
C10, P70
Betray
Heathcliff: “Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy?”
C15, P117
Murderer
Heathcliff: “I love my murder - but yours! How can I?”
C15, P117
Haunt me
Heathcliff: “Haunt me, then! … take any form - drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! This is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”
C16, P122
She has disturbed me..
Heathcliff: “She has disturbed me, day and night, through eighteen years - incessantly - remorselessly - till yesternight; and yesternight I was tranquil. I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers”
C29, P209
Intolerable torture
Heathcliff: “I felt her by me - I could almost see her, and yet I could not! I ought to have sweat blood then, from the anguish of my yearning … She showed herself, as she often was in life, a devil to me! And, since then, sometimes more and sometimes less, I’ve been the sport of that intolerable torture! Infernal!”
C29, P210
Beguile, spectre
Heathcliff: “It was a strange way of killing: not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreaths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope through eighteen years!”
C29, P211
Heathcliff sees Cathy everywhere
Heathcliff: “I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped in the flags! In every cloud, in every tree - filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day - I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women - my own features - mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!”
C33, P235
