Look on the grave where thou must sleep

Thy last, and strongest foe;

It is endurance not to weep,

If that repose seem woe.

What kind of living will it be when you -- Oh, God! 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,' he answered. '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?

A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,

So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;

And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,

Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.

He possessed the power to depart, as much as a cat possesses the power to leave a mouse half killed, or a bird half eaten.

You know, I've had a bitter, hard life since I last heard your voice and if I've survived it's all because of you.

Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point -- one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed -- they contrived in the end to reach it.

Mr. Heathcliff and his man climbed the cellar stairs with vexatious phlegm.

Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light-- When I am not and none beside-- Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky-- But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

But there's this one difference: one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver. Mine has nothing valuable about it; yet I shall have the merit of making it go as far as such poor stuff can go. His had first-rate qualities, and they are lost, rendered worst than unavailing.

I got the sexton, who was digging Linton's grave, to remove the earth off her coffin lid, and I opened it. I thought, once, I would have stayed there, when I saw her face again--it is hers yet--he had hard work to stir me; but he said it would change, if the air blew on it.

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 have not broken your heart-you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

We do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others.

Yes you had the reason of going to bed with a proud heart and an empty stomach,' said I. 'Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.

I have no pity! I have no pity! The more worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.

He shall never know how I love him.

Pessoas orgulhosas criam grandes tristezas para si mesmas.