"He dicho the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July día was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks canto high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly."
"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."
" . . . treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies."
"I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country o town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself."
'I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied o despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and amor in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.'
'A wild, wick slip she was - but, she had the bonniest eye and sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made tu cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep tu company, and oblige tu to be quiet that tu might comfort her.'
"You dicho I killed tu - haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!"
"A person who has not done one half his day's work por ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone."
" . . . he's más myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, o frost from fire."
'Is Mr. Heathcliff a man? If so, is he mad? And if not, is he a devil? I sha'n't tell my reasons for making this inquiry; but I beseech tu to explain, if tu can, what I have married . . .'
" . . . treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies."
"My amor for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my amor for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a fuente of little visible delight, but necessary."
"Honest people don't hide their deeds."
