Western wind, when will thou blow
Western wind, when will thou blow
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!

ANONYMOUS, English, 16th century

"Oh, if I were but in my own bed in the old house!" she went on bitterly, wringing her hands. "And that wind wounding in the firs by the lattice. Do let me feel it—it comes straight down the moor—do let me have one breath!"

Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights, XII

...the original human nature was not like the present, but different. The sexes were not two as they are now, but originally three in number; there was man, woman, and the union of the two, having a name corresponding to this double
nature, which had once a real existence, but is now lost, and the word 'Androgynous' is only preserved as a term of reproach...

[Zeus] said: 'Methinks I have a plan which will humble their [man's] pride and improve their manners; men shall continue to exist, but I will cut them intwo and then they will be diminished in strength and increased in numbers...

He spoke and cut men in two, like a sorb-apple which is halved for pickling, or as you might divide an egg with a hair...

After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, and throwing their arms about one another, entwined in mutual embraces, longing to grow into one, they were on the point of dying from hunger and self-neglect, because they did not like to do anything apart; and when one
of the halves died and the other survived, the survivor sought another mate, man or woman as we call them,--being the sections of entire men or women,--and clung to that...so ancient is the desire of one another which is implanted in us, reuniting our original nature, making one of two, and healing the state of man. Each of us when separated, having one side only, like a flat fish, is but the indenture of a man, and he is always looking for his other half.

"Aristophanes," speaking in Plato, The Symposium

I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and HE remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - 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 Heathcliff! 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 Bronte, Wuthering Heights, IX