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

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. 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.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.