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WutheringHeightsisawell-writtentragedyoflove.Afterreadingthewholestory,Iwouldliketotalkaboutthemaincharactersofthestory—CatherineEarnshawandHeathcliff.CatherineEarnshawandHeathcliffdoloveeachotherverymuch,buttheydonothavetherightattitudetowardslove,whichleadstothetragedy.
InCatherine’slife,shemadeaveryfoolishdecision---marryingtoEdgar.Infact,herloveforEdgarcanneverbecomparedtothatforHeathcliff.Shedidso,becauseshethoughtthewealthofEdgarwouldbeusefultohelpHeathcliff.Butinreality,itdidnotwork.Shedidnothaveagoodunderstandingoflove,whichissomethingpureandsaint.Ifanyoneaddanypurposeintolove,loveitselflostitsmeaning.Catherine’swrongdecisionhurttwopeoplewholoveher,andevendestroyedthehappinessoftheiroffspring.
Heathcliffisamanfullofretaliation.HelovedCatherineverymuch,butwhathedid,onthecontrary,addedtothemiseryofCatherine.Inmyopinion,ifhereallylovedCatherine,heshouldnotwalkintoCatherine’slifeagainafterhisdisappearance.Furthermore,afterthedeathofCatherine,whatHeathcliffdidbroughtagonytoCatherine’sdaughter,aswellashisownson.
Afterreading,Ihaveabetterunderstandingoflove.Ifyoulovereallysomeone,hisorherhappinessisthethingthatmostmatters.

GOODSENTENCES
HelittleimaginedhowmyheartwarmedtowardshimwhenIbeheldhisblackeyeswithdrawsosuspiciouslyundertheirbrows,asIrodeup,andwhenhisfingersshelteredthemselves,withajealousresolution,stillfurtherinhiswaistcoat,asIannouncedmyname.
Wecreptthroughabrokenhedge,gropedourwayupthepath,andplantedourselvesonaflower-plotunderthedrawing-roomwindow.
Itwasbeautiful-asplendidplacecarpetedwithcrimson,andcrimson-coveredchairsandtables,andapurewhiteceilingborderedbygold,ashowerofglass-dropshanginginsilverchainsfromthecentre,andshimmeringwithlittlesofttapers.
Isabella-Ibelievesheiseleven,ayearyoungerthanCathy-layscreamingatthefartherendoftheroom,shriekingasifwitcheswererunningred-hotneedlesintoher.
Thelonglighthaircurledslightlyonthetemples;theeyeswerelargeandserious;thefigurealmosttoograceful.
She,supposingEdgarcouldnotseeher,snatchedtheclothfrommyhand,andpinchedme,withaprolongedwrench,veryspitefullyonthearm.
Hereyesbegantoglistenandherlidstotwinkle.
Herlipswerehalfasunder,asifshemeanttospeak,andshedrewabreath;butitescapedinasighinsteadofasentence.
MyloveforLintonislikethefoliageinthewoods:timewillchangeit,I’mwellaware,aswinterchangesthetrees.MyloveforHeathcliffresemblestheeternalrocksbeneath:asourceoflittlevisibledelight,butnecessary.
Therewasaviolentwind,aswellasthunder,andeitheroneortheothersplitatreeoffatthecornerofthebuilding:ahugeboughfellacrosstheroof,andknockeddownaportionoftheeastchimney-stack,sendingaclatterofstonesandsootintothekitchen-fire.
Andherteethchatteredassheshrankclosertothealmostextinguishedembers.
Ithadgotdusk,andthemoonlookedoverthehighwallofthecourt,causingundefinedshadowstolurkinthecornersofthenumerousprojectingportionsofthebuilding.
Arayfellonhisfeatures;thecheeksweresallow,andhalfcoveredwithblackwhiskers;thebrowslowering,theeyesdeep-setandsingular.
Lintoneyedhimwithadrollexpression-halfangry,halflaughingathisfastidiousness.
Itwasabouttheperiodthatmynarrativehasreached:abrightfrostyafternoon;thegroundbare,andtheroadhardanddry.
Lintonlavishedonherthekindestcaresses,andtriedtocheerherbythefondestwords;but,vaguelyregardingtheflowers,sheletthetearscollectonherlashesandstreamdownhercheeksunheeding.
Theperiodofreflectionsucceedingthissillyactioncompelledmetoadmitthenecessityofsmotheringmyprideandchokingmywrath,andbestirringmyselftoremoveitseffects.
Herprettyfacewaswanandlistless;herhairuncurled:somelockshanginglanklydown,andsomecarelesslytwistedroundherhead.
Inotice,whenIenterhispresence,themusclesofhiscountenanceareinvoluntarilydistortedintoanexpressionofhatred;partlyarisingfromhisknowledgeofthegoodcausesIhavetofeelthatsentimentforhim,andpartlyfromoriginalaversion.
Igavehimmyheart,andhetookandpinchedittodeath,andflungitbacktome.