Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

I ‘never told my love’ vocally; still, if looks have language, the merest idiot might have guessed I was over head and ears:

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.’

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!

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?’

And that insipid, paltry creature attending her from duty and humanity! From pity and charity! 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 cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’

treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.” ‘“Treachery and violence are a just return for treachery and violence!”

‘Oh, well!’ said Catherine, with scornful compassion, ‘keep your secret: I’m no coward. Save yourself: I’m not afraid!’

Living among clowns and misanthropists, she probably cannot appreciate a better class of people when she meets them.