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'm Heathcliff ! He's always , always in my mind : not as a pleasure , any more than I'm always a pleasure to myself , but as my own being . So don't talk of our separation again. It's impracticable.