I ran to the children's room: their door was ajar, I saw they had never laid down, though it was past midnight; but they were calmer, and did not need me to console them. The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on: no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk; and, while I sobbed, and listened. I could not help wishing we were all there safe together.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

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

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point - one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed - they contrived in the end to reach it.