One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

He’s not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.

That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.

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

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?

The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him…

Hush, my darling! Hush, hush, Catherine! I'll stay. If he shot me so, I'd expire with a blessing on my lips.

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.