If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down 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 might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

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

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?