" She lies with a sweet smile on her face; and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days. Her life closed in a gentle dream—may she wake as kindly in the other world! "
" May she wake in torment! " he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. " Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in heaven—not perished—where? Oh! your said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you—haunt me, then! The murderer do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot life without my soul! "
He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and lifting up his eyes, howled, not ike a man, but like a savage beast getting goaded to death with knives and spears.
Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë