Chapter 4
Page 33
     ‘You must exchange horses with me; I don’t like mine, and if you won’t I shall tell your father of the three thrashings you’ve given me this week, and show him my arm, which is black to the shoulder.’
Chapter 7
Page 49
     Heathcliff seized a tureen of hot applesauce, the first thing that came under his gripe, and dashed it full against the Edgar’s face and neck.
Chapter 11
Page 96
 ‘ what new phase of his character is this?’ exclaimed Mrs. Linton, in amazement. ‘I’ve treated you infernally- and you’ll take revenge! How will you take it, ungrateful brute? How have I treat you infernally?’

Page 98
  Edgar is restored from the ill-temper he gave way to at your coming; I begin to be secure and tranquil; and you, restless to know us at peace, appear resolved on exciting a quarrel- quarrel with Edgar if you please, Heathcliff, and deceive his sister; you’ll hit in exactly the most efficient method of revenging yourself on me.’

Page 99
  ‘Do you suppose I’m going with that blow burning in my gullet?’ he thundered. ‘By hell, no! I’ll crush his ribs in like a rotten hazelnut, before I cross the threshold! If I don’t floor him now, I shall murder him some time, so, as you value his existence, let me get at him!’

Chapter 12

  Well if I cannot keep Heathcliff for my friend- if Edgar would be mean and jealous-I’ll try to break their hearts by breaking my own. That will be a prompt way of finishing all, when I an pushed to extremity!

Page 108
  ‘Hush!’ cried Mrs. Linton. ‘Hush, this moment! You mention that name and I will end the matter, instantly, by a spring from the window! What you touch at present, you may have; but my soul will be on that hill-top before you lay hands on me again. I don’t want you, Edgar; I’m past wanting you… Return to your books… I’m glad you possess a consolation, for all you had in me is gone.’

Page 109
  In passing the garden to reach the road, at a place where a bridle hook is driven into the wall, I saw something white moved irregularly, evidently by another agent than the wind. Notwithstanding my hurry, I staid to examine it, lest ever after I should have the conviction impressed on my imagination that it was a creature of the other world.

Page 123
  He told me of Catherine’s illness, and accursed my brother of causing it; promising I should be Edgar’s proxy in suffering, till he could get a hold of him.

chapter 13
Page 128
  ‘ I have no pity! I have no pity! The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething, and I grind with greater energy, in proportion to the increase of pain.’
chapter 14

 Page 135
  ‘ You teach me now how cruel you’ve been- cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort- you deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears. They’ll blight you- they’ll damn you. You loved me – then what right had you to leave me? What right- answer me- for the poor fancy you left for Linton?…

Chapter 27
Page 229, Paragraph 1
     “ He cursed you, I dare say, for coming into the world (I did, at least) and it would just do if he curse you as he went out of it, I’d join him, I don’t love you! Weep away, it will be your chief diversion hereafter.

Chapter 28
Page 233, Paragraph 1
     “ … She hates me, and wants me to die, hat 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 please!”

Chapter 29
Page 239, Line 3
     I brought him down one evening, the day before yesterday, and just set him in a chair, and never touched him afterwards. I sent Hareton out, and we had the to ourselves. In two hours, I called Joseph to carry him up again; and since then, my presence is as potent on his nerves as a ghost; and I fancy he sees me often, though I am not near… Whether you like your precious mat or not, you must come---he’s your concern now; I yield all my interest in him to you.”

Chapter 32

Failure of Revenge

Page 252
     When Hareton tries to leave all the mess, he bumped into Heathcliff, but he broke away.
Heathcliff: ‘it will be odd, if I thwart myself!' he muttered, unconsciously that I was behind him. ‘But, when I looked for his father in his face, I find her every day more! How devil is he so like? I can hardly bear to see him.’

Chapter 33
Failure of Revenge

     How can Heathcliff revenge on Catherine Linton and Hareton Earnshaw? Once and once again, he sees reflections of himself and Catherine Earnshaw from their eyes, their features, their tones, and their souls.

Page 269--270
Heathcliff: ‘It is a poor conclusion, is it not?….. An absurd termination to my violent exertions? I get levers and mattocks to demolish the two houses, and train myself to be capable of working like Hercules, and when everything is ready and in my power I find the will to lift a slate of either roof has vanished! My old enemies have not beaten me. Now would be the precise time to revenge myself on their representatives. I could do it, and none could hinder me. But… I don't care for striking; I can't take the trouble to raise my hand. … I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.’
         ’Nelly, there is a strange change approaching; I'm in its shadow at present. … Those two who have left the room are the only objects which retain a distinct material appearance to me, and that appearance causes me pain, amounting to agony…
         ‘Five minutes ago Hareton seemed a personification of my youth…I felt to him in such a variety of ways that it would have been impossible to have accosted him rationally…his startling likeness to Catherine connected him fearfully with her… Well, Hareton's aspect was the ghost of my immortal love, of my wild endeavours to hold my right, my degradation, my pride, my happiness, and my anguish------

Chapter 34
Out of Revenge

Page 272
     For some days after that evening Mr. Heathcliff shunned meeting us at meals, yet he would not consent formally to exclude Hareton and Cathy...
.     "What did he say?" asked Hareton.
"He told me to beg one as fast as I could," she answered. "But he looked so different from his usual look that I stopped a moment to stare at him."
     "How?" he inquired.
     "Why, almost bright and cheerful. No, almost nothing---very much excited, and wild and glad!" she re-plied.

Page 276--277
.     Now I perceived he was not looking at the wall, for when I regarded him alone it seemed exactly that he gazed at something within two yards' distance. And
Whatever it was, it communicated apparently both pleasure and pain in exquisite extremes---at least the anguished yet raptured expression of his countenance suggested that idea…
     I distinguished Mr. Heathcliff's step restlessly measuring the floor, and he frequently broke the silence by a deep inspiration resembling a groan. He muttered detached words also. The only one I could catch was the name of Catherine, coupled with some wild term of endearment or suffering, and spoken as one would speak to a person present---low and earnest, and wrung from the depth of his soul.