“My greatest thought in living is Heathcliff.
If all else perished, and he remained,
I should still continue to be.. . . Nelly, I am Heathcliff!
He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure . . . but as my own being.”
Wuthering Heights is the only novel of Emily Brontë, who died a year after its publication, at the age of thirty.
A brooding Yorkshire tale of a love that is stronger than death, it is also a fierce vision of metaphysical passion in which heaven and hell, nature and society, and dynamic and passive forces are powerfully juxtaposed.
Unique, mystical, with a timeless appeal, it has become a classic of English literature.