Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.