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

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

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.

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

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!