She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

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

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

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

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

I can say with sincerity that I like cats... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.