Wish and learn to smooth away the surly wrinkles, to raise your lids frankly, and change the fiends to confident, innocent angels, suspecting and doubting nothing, and always seeing friends where they are not sure of foes.

Terror made me cruel.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

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