I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

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

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

No coward soul is mine.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.