I'm happiest when most awayI can bear my soul from its home of clayOn a windy night when the moon is brightAnd the eye can wander through the worlds of light

In all the lonely landscape roundI see no sight and hear no soundExcept the wind that far awayComes sighing over the heathy sea

I dream of moon and misty hillWhere evening gathers, dark and chill

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?More glory and more grief than I can tell:The earth that wakes one human heart to feelingCan centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.

Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you; and, however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty rises from your greater misery! You are miseable, are you not? Lonely, like the devil, and envious like him? Nobody loves you - nobody will cry for you, when you die! I wouldnt't be you!