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

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.

Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away