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

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

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

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

Cold inthe earthand the deepsnow piled abovethee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last byTime's all-serving wave?

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

He’s more myself than I am