I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

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

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

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!

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

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.