I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

He had been content with daily labour and rough animal enjoyments, 'till Catherine crossed his path. Shame at her scorn, and hope of her approval, were his first prompts to higher pursuits; and, instead of guarding him from one and winning him to the other, his endeavors to raise himself had produced just the contrary result.

Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

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

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere.