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

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

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

Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! how can I bear it?" was the first sentence he uttered, in a tone that did not seek to disguise his despair. And now he stared at her so earnestly that I thought the very intensity of his gaze would bring tears into his eyes; but they burned with anguish: they did not melt.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.