Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

He’s more myself than I am

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

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