His and Mine are the Same?

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

Is this a joke? "He is more myself than I am?" That's impossible. You are you, not he is you. That doesn't make any sense!

Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate romantic stuff sometimes but this quote is sort of pathetic. 

One of the best things about relationships is that you can take your qualities, and the qualities of your partner, and just build upon them together; not overshadow them. And all this quote does is show how instead of building those qualities, the partner (in this case Catherine is talking about Heathcliff) dominates any of the other's qualities. 

That's not love.

Even if Catherine decided to go with Heathcliff, she would have soon recognized that having the same soul composition isn't necessarily a good thing.

They say opposites attract, and that's true sometimes. But the core of that saying is that it's okay to be different than your love interest, as long as you take those differences to build each other up. 

"Today you are you, that is truer than true, there is no one alive who is youer than you." Dr. Seuss

Tell it like it is, doc.

The Same Wind to Twist it

"Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!"

Said by Heathcliff to Hareton after Hindley died, this quote shows so much of Heathcliff's insanity. He basically tells Hareton that he will treat him just as Hindley treated him, hoping that it will end in the same result as his late father.

As insane as it is, this quote is just another reminder that Heathcliff's central reason for living is revenge, which is great than his love for Catherine. 

I think overall, one of the main points to get from Wuthering Heights is to see how intense hatred can be; what kind of person it can make you become. He has so much love for Catherine, but his craving for revenge on Hindley outshines it almost entirely. His lust for revenge keeps him from so much, from true happiness and love.

Don't hate all your life. Sometimes it's best to forgive and forget. And if you can't, then find a different solution. Anything is better than letting that hatred and want for revenge ferment inside you. It kills.

Spring in the Classroom

I am those students in the poem. I am yearning for that nature and beauty of spring. I am suffering in a dusty room while the world grows and greens outside. Sometimes that room is school or my home or my mind. But still I crave the beautiful outdoors, where ever that may be.

Spring in the Classroom isn't just a poem about children in class during the spring, it can be anyone, stuck in any situation. We all have that one "classroom" we're just stuck in; sitting, waiting, wishing, for the "spring" and all the wonder it may bring. 

I think partly the poem was written to make the reader think of their childhood days, but also to remind them that even though they aren't stuck in a classroom anymore, they are still stuck in something.

Hopefully the bell will ring and we can reach our spring.

Whatever it is.