'Wuthering Heights' Quotes

The best from Emily Bronte's gothic fiction novel

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"Wuthering Heights" is a famous work of Gothic fiction by Emily Brontë. It is a tale of all-consuming romantic passion. Here are a few key quotes from "Wuthering Heights."


"The intense horror of nightmare came over me: I tried to draw back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice sobbed, 'Let me in—let me in!' 'Who are you?' I asked, struggling, meanwhile, to disengage myself. 'Catherine Linton,' it replied, shiveringly (why did I think of LINTON? I had read EARNSHAW twenty times for Linton) - 'I'm come home: I'd lost my way on the moor!' As it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the window."
(Nelly and Catherine, Ch. 3)
"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."
(Nelly, Ch. 3)
"I cannot love thee; thou 'rt worse than thy brother. Go, say thy prayers, child, and ask God's pardon. I doubt thy mother and I must rue that we ever reared thee!"
(Mr. Earnshaw, Ch. 5)
"I'm trying to settle how I shall pay Hindley back. I don't care how long I wait, if I can only do it at last. I hope he will not die before I do!"
(Heathcliff, Ch. 7)
"They DO live more in earnest, more in themselves, and less in surface, change, and frivolous external things. I could fancy a love for life here almost possible; and I was a fixed unbeliever in any love of a year's standing."
(Nelly, Ch. 8)
"...he had ceased to express his fondness for her in words, and recoiled with angry suspicion from her girlish caresses, as if conscious there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of affection on him."
(Nelly, Ch. 8)
"Doubtless Catherine marked the difference between her friends, as one came in and the other went out. The contrast resembled what you see in exchanging a bleak, hilly, coal country for a beautiful fertile valley; and his voice and greeting were as opposite as his aspect."
(Nelly, Ch. 8)
"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."
(Catherine, Ch. 9)
"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 should not seem a part of it."
(Catherine, Ch. 9)
"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, Ch. 9)
"I seek no revenge on you...That's not the plan. The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him; they crush those beneath them. You are welcome to torture me to death for your amusement, only allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style, and refrain from insult as much as you are able. Having levelled my palace, don't erect a hovel and complacently admire your own charity in giving me that for a home. If I imagined you really wished me to marry Isabel, I'd cut my throat!"
(Heathcliff, Ch. 11)
"Well, if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend if Edgar will be mean and jealous, I'll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I am pushed to extremity!"
(Mrs. Linton, Ch. 11)
"'It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?'"
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 14)
"THAT is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not MY Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul."
(Mrs. Linton, Ch. 15)
"Kiss me again; and don't let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love MY murderer but YOURS! How can I?"
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 15)
"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! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!"
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 16)
"I'll be very kind to him, you needn't fear...Only nobody else must be kind to him: I'm jealous of monopolising his affection."
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 20)
"Besides, he's MINE, and I want the triumph of seeing MY descendant fairly lord of their estates; my child hiring their children to till their fathers' lands for wages. That is the sole consideration which can make me endure the whelp: I despise him for himself, and hate him for the memories he revives! But that consideration is sufficient: he's as safe with me, and shall be tended as carefully as your master tends his own."
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 20)
"But there's this difference; one is gold put to the use of pavingstones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver."
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 21)
"He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine, and began to grow very snappish."
(Catherine, Ch. 24)
"He'll never let his friends be at ease, and he'll never be at ease himself!"
(Catherine, Ch. 24)
"Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient."
(Nelly, Ch. 27)
"I'm glad, for I shall be master of the Grange after him. Catherine always spoke of it as her house. It isn't hers! It's mine: papa says everything she has is mine. All her nice books are mine; she offered to give me them, and pretty birds, and her pony Minny, if I would get the key of her room, and let her out; but I told her she had nothing to give, they were all, all mine."
(Linton, Ch. 28)
"You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!"
(Catherine, Ch. 30)
"I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing."
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 33)
"Last night, I was on the threshold of hell. To-day, I am within sight of my heaven. I have my eyes on it: hardly three feet to sever me!"
(Heathcliffe, Ch. 34)