Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

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

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.