Isabella Linton Quotes

″‘He’s not a human being,’ she retorted; ‘and he has no claim on my charity. I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.‘”

“Treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends; they wound those who resort to them worse than their enemies.”

“I’m not envious: I never feel hurt at the brightness of Isabella’s yellow hair and the whiteness of her skin, at her dainty elegance, and the fondness all the family exhibit for her.”

“I love him more than ever you loved Edgar, and he might love me, if you would let him!”

“I’m not jealous of you,” replied the mistress; “I’m jealous for you. Clear your face: you sha’n’t scowl at me! If you like Isabella, you shall marry her. But do you like her? Tell the truth, Heathcliff! There, you won’t answer. I’m certain you don’t.”

It appeared dry and cold; but at the bottom was dotted in with pencil an obscure apology, and an entreaty for kind remembrance and reconciliation, if her proceeding had offended him: asserting that she could not help it then, and being done, she had now no power to repeal it.

yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens.

I do hate him—I am wretched—I have been a fool!

“I have nothing to forgive her, Ellen. You may call at Wuthering Heights this afternoon, if you like, and say that I am not angry, but I’m sorry to have lost her; especially as I can never think she’ll be happy. It is out of the question my going to see her, however: we are eternally divided; and should she really wish to oblige me, let her persuade the villain she has married to leave the country.”

“Don’t put faith in a single word he speaks. He’s a lying fiend! a monster, and not a human being!

“Whatever he may pretend, he wishes to provoke Edgar to desperation: he says he has married me on purpose to obtain power over him; and he sha’n’t obtain it—I’ll die first! I just hope, I pray, that he may forget his diabolical prudence and kill me!”

The single pleasure I can imagine is to die, or to see him dead!”

I notice, when I enter his presence, the muscles of his countenance are involuntarily distorted into an expression of hatred;

Catherine had an awfully perverted taste to esteem him so dearly, knowing him so well.

“He’s not a human being,” she retorted; “and he has no claim on my charity. I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death, and flung it back to me.

his weakness was the only time when I could taste the delight of paying wrong for wrong.”

“Catherine used to boast that she stood between you and bodily harm: she meant that certain persons would not hurt you for fear of offending her.”

″...recalling Isabella’s hopes and fears, and anxious wishes for her son, and her commendations of him to his care, he grieved bitterly at the prospect of yielding him up, and searched in his heart how it might be avoided.”