Honest people don't hide their deeds.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
He’s more myself than I am
Existence, after losing her, would be hell
She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Hei...
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me like wine through water and altered the color of my mind.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face my lad ... and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.
Permítame que me tome la libertad de preguntarle cómo se las arregla para vivir sin libros.
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry He...
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity and let my efforts be known by their results.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict wo...
In secret pleasure — secret tearsThis changeful life has slipped away