Isabella Linton:
Take care, Ellen. He wishes to provoke Edgar to desperation. I'll die first. The single pleasure I can imagine is to die, or see him dead.

Heathcliff:
Now, my bonny lad, you're mine. Let's see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it.

Heathcliff:
Misery and degradation and death and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart -- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

Heathcliff:
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! ... Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! ... I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.