A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

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.

He shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Nonsense, do you imagine he has thought as much of you as you have of him?

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

Joseph is the wearisomest and self-righteous Pharisee who ever ransacked the Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses on his neighbor.

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.