I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world.

I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives!

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

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.