We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

Good words," I replied. "But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.

I pray every night that I may live after him; because I would rather be miserable than that he should be — that proves I love him better than myself.

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