Vain Are The Thousand Creeds

It Is Strange People Should Be So Greedy, When They Are Alone In The World.

Oh, I'm Burning! I Wish I Were Out Of Doors! I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half Savage And Hardy, And Free... And Laughing At Injuries, Not Maddening Under Them! Why Am I So Changed?

I've No More Business To Marry Edgar Linton Than I Have To Be In Heaven And If The Wicked Man In There Had Not Brought Heathcliff So Low I Shouldn't Have Thought Of It. 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. 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.

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.

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?