You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

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.

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.