Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

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

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.

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!

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

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.