Worthless as wither'd weeds.
Love is like the wild rose-briar Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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...
Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living. You said I killed you--haunt me then. The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe--I know that ghosts have wandered the earth. Be with...
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o' clock runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
May she wake in torment! he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there—not in...
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
And I pray one prayer--I repeat it till my tongue stiffens--Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living! You said I killed you--haunt me, then!...Be with me always--take any form--driv...
But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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 vi...
I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.