I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.