Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

"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)"

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

"In the first place, his startling likeness to Catherine, connected him fearfully with her. That, however, which you may suppose the most potent to arrest my imagination, is actually the least – for what is not connected with her to me? and what does not recall her? I cannot look down to this floor, but her features are shaped on the flags! 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 most ordinary faces of men, and women – my own features mock me with a resemblance. The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"

"You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine."~Heathcliff"

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

"I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing happiness. It ended. Well, we must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering- and it ended when circumstances caused each to feel that the one's interest was not in the chief consideration in the other's thoughts."

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

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

"I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine ... I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?"

"I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?"

"... I love him... not because he's handsome... but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same..."

"When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!"

"For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it."

"As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."

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

"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 had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!"

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

"He shall never know how I love him"

"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."