Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneatha source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.

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.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.