'For shame, Heathcliff!' said I. 'It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.'

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

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Mrs. Dean, go away. I don't like you standing over me. Now, Catherine, you are letting your tears fall into my cup. I won't drink that. Give me another.

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

There were no mutual concessions: one stood erect, and the others yielded: and who can be ill-natured and bad-tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?

Leaving aside the degradation of an alliance with a nameless man

I was not going to sympathise with him - the brute beast!

You love Mr. Edgar because he is handsome, and young, and cheerful, and rich, and loves you. The last, however, goes for nothing: you would love him without that, probably; and with it you wouldn't, unless he possessed the four former attractions.

In every cloud, in every tree-filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object, by day I am surrounded with her image

the hidden ghost that has its home in me

still the dream-like charm

Let me in!

I seek no revenge on you. That's not the plan.

Is human love so true?

It tired me dreadfully writing those long letters. I'd far rather have talked to you. Now, I can neither bear to talk, nor anything else

What use were anger and protestations against her silly credulity?

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

I exclaimed - 'I'm tired with my journey, and I want to go to bed! Where is the maid-servant? Direct me to her, as she won't come to me!' 'We have none,' he answered; 'you must wait on yourself!'