...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... |
...my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being... |
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. |
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. |
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. |
A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her. |
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living. |
Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul! |
Cold in the earth - and the deep snow piled above thee, / Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! |
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree |
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree |
Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. |
He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. |
Honest people don't hide their deeds. |
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. |