I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
Emily BronteRead
That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects a deep, enduring love that remains despite loss.
In this quote, Emily Bronte expresses a profound sense of love that transcends physical presence. The speaker acknowledges an unfulfilled romantic ideal but remains hopeful, indicating that true love resides deeply within one's soul, suggesting that connections can persist beyond life itself.
Themes
LoveSoulLossHopeConnectedness
In practice
Example use cases
Sharing this quote at a wedding to highlight the enduring nature of love.
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