Character: Lockwood

In the end, we all come into this world only for a short time. While we are alive, our destiny to fight and try to bring at least some benefit to others.

I "did not allow his love to speak out loud"; however, if looks can speak, and a fool would have guessed that I'm head over heels in love. She finally understood me and began to throw me back views - most tender imaginable. And what did I do? I confess with shame: became icy and withdrew into himself like a snail in a shell; and with every glance I get colder, more and more shunned, until finally the poor inexperienced girl didn't cease to believe what is told her own eyes, and, embarrassed, he suppressed his imaginary mistake, persuaded her mother to leave immediately. This strange turn in his senses, I have gained the reputation of a calculating heartlessness how undeserved, I alone can appreciate.

First scoffed at his ignorance, and now make fun of his efforts to overcome this ignorance.

How do you manage to live here without books? ... Collect my books and I'll be in despair.

When we move from place to place, we would sit at table covered with works of French cuisine, perhaps, will derive no less pleasure from the whole in General; but every single dish in our eyes and memory - only a small part of the whole.

Weird how the habit of changing our tastes and concepts of other people even imagine can not, what can you be happy living in such complete detachment from the world, how are you, Mr. Heathcliff.

They could not every day sit so silently and sullenly. It seemed unthinkable that people, no matter how bad their temper, day in and day converged at the table with a sort of angry faces.

A reasonable person should be satisfied with a society in himself.