Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

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 Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire