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

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

However , it’s over, and I’ll take no revenge on his folly – I can afford to suffer anything, hereafter! Should the meanest thing alive slap me on the cheek, I’d not only turn the other, but I’d ask pardon for provoking it – and, as proof, I’ll go make my peace with Edgar instantly – Good night – I’m an angel!

You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.