He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine -- If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him -- Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse -- It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.