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

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

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

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

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

He... was attached by ties stronger than reason could break -- chains, forged by habit, which it would be cruel to attempt to loosen.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!