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

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

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

She went of her own accord,' answered the master; 'she has a right to go if she please. Trouble me no more about her. Hereafter she is only me sister in name: not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

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