Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.
He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.
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.
Honest people don't hide their deeds.
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn.
I have to remind myself to breathe- almost to remind my heart to beat!
If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.
She burned too bright for this world.
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.
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!
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.
He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
May you not rest, as long as I am living. You said I killed you - haunt me, then.
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.
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.
How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.
I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
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 hate him for himself, but despise him for the memories he revives.
It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.
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?
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.
I'll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!
Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.
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.
You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!
Having leveled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
I cannot express it: but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is, or should be, an existence of yours beyond you.
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.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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 see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.
I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow...
What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?