Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous
I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!
My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!
Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!
Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.