I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

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

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

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

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I'd be your slave.