Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

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

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

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

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.