He will never know that I love him. I love him not because he is handsome, but because he is more like myself than me.
I just want to say that heaven seems not to be my home; I cried my heart out before I came back to earth.
I just want to say that heaven is not my home. After tears and heartbreak, I want to return to this world.
The biggest thought in my life is himself. If everything else disappears, he still exists, and I should continue to exist; If everything else exists and he is destroyed, the universe will become a powerful stranger: I shouldn't seem to be a part of it.
He is the biggest belief in my life. If you still exist in this world, no matter what you become, it is meaningful to me. If you leave, no matter how beautiful the world is for me, I am a lonely soul.
My love for Linton is like a leaf in the forest: time will change it, as I know, just as winter will change trees. My love for Heathcliff is like underground eternity: an invisible source of happiness, but it is necessary.
My love for Linton is like a leaf in the forest: I fully know that when trees change in winter, time will change the leaves. My love for Heathcliff is like a constant rock below. Although it doesn't seem to bring you much pleasure, it is a necessity.