Wuthering Heights Quotes
Heathcliff, it’s me, Cathy. I’ve come home, I’m so cold. Let me in your window.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
A person who has not done one-half his day’s work by ten o’clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I cannot express it, but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.
Love, perversely deep as the ocean, strong as the wind, and persistent as the sun.
I wish I were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
If he loved me with all the power of his soul for a lifetime, he couldn’t love me as much as I do in a single day.
I’m not a coward, I have to live with intention.
Terror made me cruel.
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
You may think I’m a fool, but only fools fall in love.
Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Wuthering Heights Quotes part 2
I have not broken your heart – you have broken it! And in breaking it, you have broken mine.
He’s a bird of bad omen: no mate for you. Mrs. Dean! He never did love Cathy; nor she him. You shall see, and judge for yourself, Ellen.
There was no moon, and everything beneath lay in misty darkness: not a light gleamed from any house, far or near all had been extinguished long ago.
She was more of a ghost than a woman.
I have no pity! I have no pity! The tears came with the narrative, and I paused in my reading.
I keep to my conclusions. I knew he didn’t love me, and he hasn’t made my lack of relationship with him less valuable to me.
She burned too bright for this world.
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him.
If he loved you with all the power of his immortal soul, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
If he loved you with all the power of his immortal soul, he couldn’t love you as much as I do in a single day.
May she wake in torment! he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion.
Be with me always – take any form – drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.
Come on! Come on! Quickly – you must make haste. Come to swap thy tired soul for sleep. Come to thy Maker!
A half-witted fool, who went dribbling and fawning all the way up to his cross.
Oh, Cathy! Oh, my life! How can I bear it? was the first sentence he uttered.
If I were in heaven I would be extremely miserable.
Yet, for the first time ever in my life, I consciously wished to be.”
I have no pity! I have no pity! The tears came with the narrative, and I paused in my reading.
I am in love, and for the first time in my life, I long for a kiss. I desire only one heavenly kiss.
The world perished in an orgasm of love.
Through that door I can stop myself from fulfilling the immortality I’ve been meant to fulfill.
Be satisfied with being constantly changed, and let others be satisfied with being the same.
Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself.
All I can say is, if it were in this life only we were creeps, we would be losers every day. But only because we die in love, should we thank God once every season for our blessings.
If he loved me with all the power of his immortal soul, he couldn’t love me as much as I do in a single day.
You’d never guess, to look at me, that I’m all covered in scars.
It’s quite the most wonderful place. Even the dogs are beautiful.
He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Why did you betray your own heart Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself.
You don’t know what it is to be weak. You don’t know what it is to be powerless.
I wish I could hold him til we were both dead.
And I pray one prayer—I repeat it till my tongue stiffens—Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!
Heaven did not seem to be my home.
