Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again - it is hers yet - he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

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

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

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

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.