Nelly Dean Wuthering Heights Quotes

Winter is not here yet. There’s a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?

I might as well have struggled with a bear or reasoned with a lunatic.

If I were you, I'd go stretch myself over her grave and die like a faithful dog.