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

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou - Thou art Being and Breath, And what Thou art may never be destroyed.

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

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

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