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

May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

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

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

I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.

And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - til then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair on his head!