You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.