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.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
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.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.
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...
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...
I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
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.
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...
By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.
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.
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.