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

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

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

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.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.