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

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?

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.

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)

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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?

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?

“Let’s pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere.”

“Forgiveness does not mean excusing.” – C.S. Lewis

“Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature.”

“I gave in, and admitted that God was God.”

“Faith, in the sense in which I am here using the word, is the art of holding on to things your reason has once accepted, in spite of your changing moods.”

“Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.”

“Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.”

“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.” – C.S. Lewis

“Always prefer the plain direct word to the long, vague one. Don’t implement promises, but keep them.”

“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.”

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