Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

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 would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away