I genuinely enjoyed this story so much more than I ever could have anticipated. There was a slight struggle with dialect and language since this was written so long ago, but once you're in the thick of the story it's easy to get past all of that. I don't really imagine I will reread this very often but I can recommend it to anyone who's considered reading it.
"I know, by instinct, his reserve springs from an aversion to showy displays of feeling - to manifestations of mutual kindliness. He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to be loved or hated again."
"Many could not imagine the existence of happiness in a life of such complete exile from the world as you spend."
"I don't remember another [terrible night] that I can at all compare with it since I was capable of suffering."
"Terror made me cruel."
"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."
"It is strange people should be so greedy, when they are alone in the world!"
"[She] grumbled herself calm."
"[She] was to mischievous and wayward for a favorite [child]."
"[His words] made her cry, at first; and then, being repulsed continually hardened her, and she laughed if I told her to be sorry for her faults and beg to be forgiven."
"'Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?'
"'Why cannot you always be a good man, Father?'"
"The little souls were comforting each other with better thoughts than I could have hit on; no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did."
"They were full of stupid admiration; she is so immeasurably superior to them - to everybody on earth."
"Proud people make sorrows for themselves."
"It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive."
"Let me alone, and I'll plan [my revenge] out; while I'm thinking of that I don't feel pain."
"A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o' clock, runs the chance of leaving the other half undone."
"She was full of ambition, and led her to adopt a double character without exactly trying to deceive anyone."
"Sit down; you shall not leave me in that temper. I should be miserable all night, and I won't be miserable for you!"
"I love him because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightening, or frost from fire."
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger; I should not seem a part of it."
"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: 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."
"I kissed Hateton goodbye; and since then he has been a stranger, and it's very queer to think it, but I've no doubt he has completely forgotten about Ellen Dean, and that be was ever more than all the world to her, and she to him!"
"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 the chief consideration in the other's thoughts."
"My soul will be on that hilltop before you lay hands on me again. I don't want you, Edgar, I'm past wanting you. Return to your books. I'm glad you possess a consolation, for all you had in me is gone."
"Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living."
"She abandoned them under a delusion, picturing in me a hero of romance, and expecting unlimited indulgences from my chivalrous devotion. I can hardly regard her in the light of a rational creature, so obstinately has she persisted in forming a fabulous notion of my character, and acting on the false impressions she cherished."
"Would you like to live with your soul in the grave."
"It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands. Kiss me again and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer - but yours! How can I?"
"Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends - they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies."
"She was a happy creature, and an angel, in those days. It's a pity she could not be content."
"Good words. But deeds must prove it also; and after he is well, remember you don't forget resolutions formed in the hour of fear."
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