I have dreamt 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. And this i...
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
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 gre...
Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?
She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.
In secret pleasure — secret tearsThis changeful life has slipped away
If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable. Because you are not fit to go there, I answered. All sinners would be miserable in heaven.
He’s more myself than I am
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
Good words, I replied. But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.
Existence, after losing her, would be hell
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my sou...
You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself....
You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.
In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine, connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least – for wh...
I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever ima...
I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!
I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;