Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

He’s more myself than I am

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 imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.