If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground it will but grow and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.

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. So don’t talk of our separation again: it is impracticable; . . .

Dwell in possibility.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

Just because you don't know what you want yet, it doesn't mean that there's nothing to want.

I felt it shelter to speak to you.