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If God would but give me strength to strangle him in my last agony, I'd go to hell with joy,

The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind ... So don't talk of our seperation again ...

So foes persue, and cold allies
mistrust me, every one:
let me be false in others' eyes
if faithful in my own

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

I have to remind myself to breathe
almost to remind my heart to beat!

Some say once a word is said it's dead. I say it just begins to live that day.

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

By this curious turn of disposition I have gained the reputation of deliberate heartlessness; how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

Worthless as wither'd weeds.

Come in! come in !' he sobbed.
'Cathy, do come. Oh do -once more! Oh! my heart's darling! hear me this time - Catherine, at last!

He fixed his eye on me longer than I cared to return the stare, for fear I might be tempted either to box his ears, or render my hilarity audible.

He's not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.

I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.

I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said. 'You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master,

Earth reserves no blessing For the unblessed of Heaven!

Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell

The young man evidently thought it too bad that he should be laughed at for his ignorance, and then laughed at for trying to remove it.

He was always greedy; though what he grasps with one hand he flings away wit the other.

What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

One or two is early enough for a person who lies till ten.

He shall never know how I love him

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

If he loved you with all the power of his soul for a whole lifetime, he couldn't love you as much as I do in a single day.

Is Heathcliff not here?' she demanded, pulling off her gloves, and displaying fingers wonderfully whitened with doing nothing and staying indoors.

Alas, for the effects of bad tea and bad temper!

No parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did, in their innocent talk

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing?
More glory and more grief than I can tell:

You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!

I swear, on my salvation, he's going to his grave, and none but you can save him!

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living

Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.

Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

Terror made me cruel . . .

He's more myself than I am

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free ... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

Cold in the earth - and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills, have melted into spring.

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.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge- cutters.

I have a good many books on hand, but I am sorry to say that as usual I make small progress with any.

I shall not stand to be laughed at. I shall not bear it!

You shall not leave me in that temper.
I should be miserable all night, and I won't be miserable for you!

You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties for want of occasions for frittering away your life on silly trifles.

No coward soul is mine.

We're dismal enough without conjuring up ghosts and visions to perplex us.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

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.

But there's this difference; one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

You are my son, then, I'll tell you' and your mother was a wicked slut to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you possessed.

Mama never told me I had a father.

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.

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

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

I never told my love vocally still.

You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?

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

I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses, and you have no right to object! I am not your husband, you needn't be jealous of me!

You fight against that devil for love as long as you may; when the time comes, not all the angels in heaven shall save him!

For she is hard to guide any way but her own.

He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows

The world is surely not worth living now, is it?

Mr. Heathcliff, you're a cruel man, but you're not a fiend; and you won't, from mere malice, destroy, irrevocably, all my happiness.

Being repulsed continually hardened her,

Wuthering being a significant, provincial adjective descriptive of the atmospheric tumult to which its station is exposed in stormy weather.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I cannot live without my soul!

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

I'll not do anything, though you should swear your tongue out, except what I please!

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

You are ignorant of the duties you undertake in marrying ...

It was a strange way of killing, not by inches, but by fractions of hairbreadths, to beguile me with the spectre of a hope, through eighteen years!

Incomparably beyond, and above us all! Whether still on earth or now in heaven her spirit is at home with God!

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

I can say with sincerity that I like cats ... A cat is an animal which has more human feelings than almost any other.

I have just returned from a visit to my landlord - the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.

It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes

How she does stare! It's odd what a savage feeling I have to anything that seems afraid of me.

I hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.

In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away

He possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten.

Now all is dashed wrong; by the fool's craving to hear evil of self, that haunts some people like a demon!

He's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him.

I take so little interest in my daily life, that I hardly remember to eat and drink.

I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I only do it, at last. I hope he will not die before I do!

You are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself!

Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.

Look on the grave where thou must sleep Thy last, and strongest foe; It is endurance not to weep, If that repose seem woe.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.

He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.

However miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery.

The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him ...

The longer he stood, the plainer his reflections revealed their blackness through his features.