"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."



as a result, (catherine) commits to marrying the lesser man, even though she admits that "my love for linton is like the foliage in the woods. time will change it, i'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. my love for heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath -- a source of little visible delight, but necessary. ...i am heathcliff -- he's always, always in my mind."

-wuthering heights-