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

No coward soul is mine.

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!

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.