To have someone else as your own being

“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Healthcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.”

― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

In her brief 30 years of existence, Emily Bronte wrote only one book, and what a book it is! I wonder if she had lived more and penned more, could she possibly have given the world more such majestic stories? Deep down, I believe that kind of passion is simply too rare to be written into multiple books - like their love for each other such grandeur can exist only in small doses (and thank god for that!). Yet, the goosebumps I get when I read "I am Healthcliff!" - the amazement I feel for putting a certain feeling into words, knowing that there are people who have felt exact same feeling across time and space - it is wonderful that she had 30 years and no less, if no more.