‘… so he shall never know how I love him; and that, not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same …’
Emily Brontë: Wuthering Heights
‘My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears.
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,
Where can we find two better hemispheres.
Without sharp North, without declining West.
John Donne
‘Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move;
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!’
George Gordon, Lord Byron