Terror Made Me Cruel; And Finding It

Time Brought Resignation And A Melancholy Sweeter Than Common Joy.

He Might As Well Plant An Oak In A Flowerpot, And Expect It To Thrive, As Imagine He Can Restore Her To Vigour In The Soil Of His Shallow Cares!

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

You Know That I Could As Soon Forget You As My Existence!

Oh, Cathy! Oh, My Life! How Can I Bear It?" Was The First Sentence He Uttered, In A Tone That Did Not Seek To Disguise His Despair. And Now He Stared At Her So Earnestly That I Thought The Very Intensity Of His Gaze Would Bring Tears Into His Eyes; But They Burned With Anguish: They Did Not Melt.