Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

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

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

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.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

She burned too bright for this world.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.