Thoughts Are Tyrants That Return

Heaven Did Not Seem To Be My Home; And I Broke My Heart With Weeping To Come Back To Earth; And The Angels Were So Angry That They Flung Me Out Into The Middle Of The Heath On The Top Of Wuthering Heights; Where I Woke Sobbing For Joy.

He... Was Attached By Ties Stronger Than Reason Could Break -- Chains, Forged By Habit, Which It Would Be Cruel To Attempt To Loosen.

Treachery And Violence Are Spears Pointed At Both Ends; They Wound Those Who Resort To Them Worse Than Their Enemies.

I Have Fled My Country And Gone To The Heather.

I Wish I Were A Girl Again, Half-savage And Hardy, And Free.