I cannot express it; but surely you and everybody have a notion that there is or should be an existence of yours beyond you.

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!

It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.

I cannot express it; but 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?

In the chamber of death... I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadow less hereafter-the Eternity they have entered-where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fullness... One might doubt in seasons of cold reflection; but not then in the presence of her corpse. It asserted its own tranquility, which seemed a pledge of equal quiet to its former inhabitant.

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!

I cannot express it; but surely you and every body 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?

When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.

For it is not death or pain that is to be feared, but the fear of pain or death.

Pain too is just a scary mask: look under it and you will see. The body sometimes suffers, but relief is never far behind.

I am nailed to the cross of my imagination.

The Ocean is big, I am small, yes. But I am nothing, And I realize that it is worth the struggle To Live And it means everything to be loved