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I lingered around them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Vain are the thousand creeds that move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves.
My love for Heathchiff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.
Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
I’ve dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.
If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.
I see heaven’s glories shine and faith shines equal.
I have dreamed 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.
I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.
Having leveled my palace, don’t erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home.
Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
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.
A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.