He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I never told my love vocally still.

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

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

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

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