I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

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.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town.

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.

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!

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