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

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

Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more then I am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being.

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

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

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.