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

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

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 can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!

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

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.

Terror made me cruel . . .

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

She burned too bright for this world.

If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.

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

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

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

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.

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

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.

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

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

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.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... Why am I so changed? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

Kiss me again, but don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer--but yours! How can I?

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

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

If I were in heaven, Nelly, I should be extremely miserable." "Because you are not fit to go there," I answered. "All sinners would be miserable in heaven.

I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!

Oh, I'm burning! 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! Why am I so changed?

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

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.

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?

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

I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they’ve gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.

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

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

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.

Existence, after losing her, would be hell

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
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You said I killed you-haunt me, then! [...] Be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!

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

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.

He's always, always in my mind — not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself — but as my own being.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

The entire world is a collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her.

If I had caused the cloud, it was my duty to make an effort to dispel it.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory’s rapturous pain; Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright unclouded day.

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

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)

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

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...

I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

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.

It’s no company at all, when people know nothing and say nothing,’ she muttered.

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

I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends: they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies.

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!

He’s more myself than I am

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

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

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

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

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

I 'never told my love' vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears;

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

I'm not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve .

The old church tower and garden wall Are black with autumn rain And dreary winds foreboding call The darkness down again

Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever; your veins are full of ice water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

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.

You're hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can't make yourself content.

Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves. But if you be afraid of your touchiness, you must ask pardon, mind, when she comes in.

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

I am Heathcliff!

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!' he said. 'It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I'm mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

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!

I never told my love vocally still.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

Heathcliff, make the world stop right here. Make everything stop and stand still and never move again. Make the moors never change and you and I never change.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.