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“You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!”
“It's wrong to anticipate evil.”
“He turned, as he spoke, a peculiar look in her direction, a look of hatred unless he has a most perverse set of facial muscles that will not, like those of other people, interpret the language of h...”
“It was nothing less than murder, in her eyes”
“... You have a heart and nerves the same as your brother men! Why should you be anxious to conceal them?”
“He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.”
“He leant his two elbows on his knees, and his chin on his hands and remained rapt in dumb meditation. On my inquiring the subject of his thoughts, he answered gravely 'I'm trying to settle how I sh...”
“Honest people don't hide their deeds.”
“It is strange people should be so greedy when they are alone in the world!”
“All sinners would be miserable in heaven.”
“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.”
“He shall never know how I love him”
“He had the hypocrisy to represent a mourner: and previous to following with Hareton, he lifted the unfortunate child on to the table and muttered, with peculiar gusto, 'Now, my bonny lad, you are m...”
“I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends: they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies.”
“However miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking that your cruelty arises from your greater misery.”
“Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.”
“As different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
“For the space of half a year, the gunpowder lay as harmless as sand, because no fire came near to explode it.”
“When I asked her what was the matter? answered, she didn't know; but she felt so afraid of dying!”
“... I love him... not because he's handsome... but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same...”
