May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

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

Are you acquainted with the mood of mind in which, if you were seated alone, and the cat licking its kitten on the rug before you, you would watch the operation so intently that puss's neglect of one ear would put you seriously out of temper?

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

She burned too bright for this world.

He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!