Linton Heathcliff Quotes

He had learned to regard his father as an oppressor rather than a friend

Try to be cheerful now; the travelling is at an end, and you have nothing to do but rest and amuse yourself as you please.”

I do not know whether it was sorrow for him, but his cousin put on as sad a countenance as himself, and returned to her father.

The company of a child of his own age will instil new spirit into him soon, and by wishing for strength he’ll gain it.”

“As we shall now have no influence over his destiny, good or bad, you must say nothing of where he is gone to my daughter: she cannot associate with him hereafter, and it is better for her to remain in ignorance of his proximity; lest she should be restless, and anxious to visit the Heights. Merely tell her his father sent for him suddenly, and he has been obliged to leave us.”

“You must try to love him, as you did your mother, and then he will love you.”

“She often talked of uncle, and I learnt to love him long ago. How am I to love papa? I don’t know him.”

“It is not so buried in trees,” I replied, “and it is not quite so large, but you can see the country beautifully all round; and the air is healthier for you—fresher and drier. You will, perhaps, think the building old and dark at first; though it is a respectable house: the next best in the neighbourhood. And you will have such nice rambles on the moors. Hareton Earnshaw—that is, Miss Cathy’s other cousin, and so yours in a manner—will show you all the sweetest spots; and you can bring a book in fine weather, and make a green hollow your study; and, now and then, your uncle may join you in a walk: he does, frequently, walk out on the hills.”

and naturally he’ll be fonder of you than any uncle, for you are his own.

“Well,” replied I, “I hope you’ll be kind to the boy, Mr. Heathcliff, or you’ll not keep him long; and he’s all you have akin in the wide world, that you will ever know—remember.”

“Only nobody else must be kind to him: I’m jealous of monopolising his affection.”

But there’s this difference; one is gold put to the use of paving-stones, and the other is tin polished to ape a service of silver.

I’ve got your letters, and if you give me any pertness I’ll send them to your father. I presume you grew weary of the amusement and dropped it, didn’t you? Well, you dropped Linton with it into a Slough of Despond. He was in earnest: in love, really. As true as I live, he’s dying for you; breaking his heart at your fickleness: not figuratively, but actually.

He pines for kindness, as well as love; and a kind word from you would be his best medicine.

“Despise you? No! Next to papa and Ellen, I love you better than anybody living.”

“And people hate their wives, sometimes; but not their sisters and brothers: and if you were the latter, you would live with us, and papa would be as fond of you as he is of me.”

“The worst-tempered bit of a sickly slip that ever struggled into its teens.

I doubt whether I am not altogether as worthless as he calls me, frequently;

“Only, Catherine, do me this justice: believe that if I might be as sweet, and as kind, and as good as you are, I would be; as willingly, and more so, than as happy and as healthy. And believe that your kindness has made me love you deeper than if I deserved your love”

He’ll never let his friends be at ease, and he’ll never be at ease himself!

And do you imagine that beautiful young lady, that healthy, hearty girl, will tie herself to a little perishing monkey like you?

“I must obey my own,” she replied, “and relieve him from this cruel suspense. The whole night! What would he think? He’ll be distressed already. I’ll either break or burn a way out of the house. Be quiet! You’re in no danger; but if you hinder me—Linton, I love papa better than you!”

“I promise to marry Linton: papa would like me to: and I love him. Why should you wish to force me to do what I’ll willingly do of myself?”

As to your promise to marry Linton, I’ll take care you shall keep it; for you shall not quit this place till it is fulfilled.”

“He says she hates me and wants me to die, that she may have my money; but she shan’t have it: and she shan’t go home! She never shall!—she may cry, and be sick as much as she pleases!”

“Master Heathcliff,” I resumed, “have you forgotten all Catherine’s kindness to you last winter, when you affirmed you loved her, and when she brought you books and sung you songs, and came many a time through wind and snow to see you? She wept to miss one evening, because you would be disappointed; and you felt then that she was a hundred times too good to you: and now you join him against her. That’s fine gratitude, is it not?”

“You who have felt what it is to be so neglected! You could pity your own sufferings; and she pitied them, too; but you won’t pity hers!

It isn’t hers! It’s mine: papa says everything she has is mine.

“Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done what you could to make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other. And I defy you to hurt him when I am by, and I defy you to frighten me!”

″‘I know he has a bad nature,’ said Catherine: ‘he’s your son. But I’m glad I’ve a better, to forgive it; and I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him.‘”

“We know that!” answered Heathcliff; “but his life is not worth a farthing, and I won’t spend a farthing on him.”

“He’s safe, and I’m free,”