He’s not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he’s a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.

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…