Terror made me cruel.
恐惧让我变得残忍。
He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he‘s handsome, but because he‘s more myself than I am.
他永远也不会知道我爱他，我爱他不是因为他长得英俊，而是因为他比我更像我自己。
I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.
我只是想说天堂不是我的家园，流泪心碎后，我要重返人间。
My great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained,and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.
他是我活着最大的信念，如果你还在这个世界存在着，那么无论变成什么样，对我来说都有意义，如果你不在了，无论这个世界所么美好，对我来说都是一片荒芜，我就是一个孤魂野鬼。
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I‘m well aware, as winter change the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal beneath: a source of little visible delight,but necessary.
我对林惇的爱像像是树林中的叶子：我完全知道，在冬天变化树木的时候，时光便会变化叶子。我对希刺克厉夫的爱恰似下面恒久不变的岩石。虽然看起来它给你的愉快并不多，却是必需品。
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
无论人类的灵魂是什么样的，他的和我的一模一样。
