And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!

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