Quotes from Wuthering Heights
24 notable lines from Emily Brontë · 1847
I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Catherine, Wuthering Heights Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
Catherine Earnshaw, Ch. IX Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.
Catherine Earnshaw, of Heathcliff and Edgar Linton, Ch. IX 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.
Catherine Earnshaw, Ch. IX Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
Heathcliff, begging Catherine's ghost to haunt him, Ch. XVI Be with me always — take any form — drive me mad! Only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you!
Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
Heathcliff, after Catherine's death, Ch. XVI It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am.
Catherine Earnshaw, Ch. IX I have not broken your heart—you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
Heathcliff to the dying Catherine, Ch. XV I lingered round 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 any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
Lockwood, closing lines of the novel, Ch. XXXIV Let me in—let me in!
The ghost-child at the window, Ch. III Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you—haunt me, then!
Heathcliff, Ch. XVI Two words would comprehend my future—death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.
Heathcliff, Ch. XIV I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth.
Catherine Earnshaw, recounting her dream, Ch. IX The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!
Heathcliff, years after Catherine's death, Ch. XXXIII I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas: they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
Catherine Earnshaw, Ch. IX It is twenty years, mourned the voice: twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!
The ghost-child to Lockwood, Ch. III I have to remind myself to breathe—almost to remind my heart to beat!
Heathcliff, near the end, Ch. XXXIII Surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here?
Catherine Earnshaw, Ch. IX I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me.
Isabella Linton, of Heathcliff, Ch. XVII A perfect misanthropist's Heaven—and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.
Lockwood, opening chapter, Ch. I Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
Lockwood, during the ghost dream, Ch. III Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.
Isabella to Hindley Earnshaw, Ch. XVII