Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

He’s more myself than I am

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.