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

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire