Emily Brontë

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

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

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: my time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. 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 than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

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.

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

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 dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they would not let me go; though I cannot remember them. I have dreamt that I lay dying, and knew it; and that I was happy, and knew it.

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

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.

I've dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they would not let me go; though I cannot remember them. I have dreamt that I lay dying, and knew it; and that I was happy, and knew it.

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: I should not seem a part of it.

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

I am Heathcliff! 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.

It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel that they are never to be lightened by a smile of mine.

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

I am now quite alone, and feel that I can be perfectly happy.

A good book is a good friend.

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

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