By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

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

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

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!