Wuthering Heights

by Emily Brontë

He little imagined how my heart warmed towards him when I beheld his black eyes withdraw so suspiciously under their brows,

I felt interested in a man who seemed more exaggeratedly reserved than myself.

It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him.

He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction: a look of hatred; unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of his soul.

The way he’s described as a not “capital” man is hilarious

“You scandalous old hypocrite!” she replied. “Are you not afraid of being carried away bodily, whenever you mention the devil’s name? I warn you to refrain from provoking me, or I’ll ask your abduction as a special favour!

Love the old timey burns

I’m trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don’t care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!”

Revenge best served cold according to Heathcliff

“in whichever place the soul lives. In my soul and in my heart, I’m convinced I’m wrong!”

“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.”

Nelly is so harsh to her! I love it

What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?

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:

“I seek no revenge on you,” replied Heathcliff, less vehemently. “That’s not the plan. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him; they crush those beneath them.

Having levelled my palace, don’t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I’d cut my throat!”

it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul. Your bliss lies, like his, in inflicting misery.

Your presence is a moral poison that would contaminate the most virtuous:

Best Edgar burn yet

“Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull!” he said. “It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles. By God! Mr. Linton, I’m mortally sorry that you are not worth knocking down!”

Heathcliff would as soon lift a finger at you as the king would march his army against a colony of mice. Cheer up! you sha’n’t be hurt! Your type is not a lamb, it’s a sucking leveret.”

Catherine thinks her husband is dirt pretty much

“for mercy’s sake, let us hear no more of it now! Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.”

edgar is an ice queen

Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me? It is impossible for you to be my friend and his at the same time; and I absolutely require to know which you choose.” “I require to be let alone!” exclaimed Catherine, furiously.

Edgar refering himself as a friend instead of husband was an interesting choice

In a few seconds she stretched herself out stiff, and turned up her eyes, while her cheeks, at once blanched and livid, assumed the aspect of death. Linton looked terrified.

Oh poor sweet(?) summerchild Edgar. You can't get rid of Cathy that easily

“There is nothing in the world the matter,” I whispered. I did not want him to yield, though I could not help being afraid in my heart. “She has blood on her lips!” he said, shuddering. “Never mind!” I answered, tartly. And I told him how she had resolved, previous to his coming, on exhibiting a fit of frenzy. I incautiously gave the account aloud, and she heard me; for she started up—her hair flying over her shoulders, her eyes flashing, the muscles of her neck and arms standing out preternaturally.

Nelly is hilarious and really doesn't put up with bs! She's like a sassy aunt

I went about my household duties, convinced that the Grange had but one sensible soul in its walls, and that lodged in my body.

I agree with her!

“And I dying! I on the brink of the grave! My God! does he know how I’m altered?”

Have one love triangle fight and suddenly she's dying

“the master has no idea of your being deranged; and of course he does not fear that you will let yourself die of hunger.”

Deranged! Keep them coming Nelly

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

She is deranged