You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.