... your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me...

Why can she not influence him more, when she is privileged to drawso near to him?” I asked myself. “Surely she cannot truly like him, or notlike him with true affection! If she did, she need not coin her smiles solavishly, flash her glances so unremittingly, manufacture airs so elaborate,graces so multitudinous.

You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.

One suffers in silence so long as one has the strength and when that strength fails one speaks without measuring one's words much.

Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine.

Whatever menaced, harassed, warned, I passed impetuous by. Still bright on clouds of suffering dim Shines that soft, solemn joy.

Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still

I know what love is as I understand it — & if man or woman should feel ashamed of feeling such love — then there is nothing right, noble, faithful, truthful, unselfish on this earth.” -- responding to Harriet Martineau's criticism of VILLETTE.

Absolutely, sir! Oh, you need not be jealous! I wanted to tease you a little to make you less sad: I thought anger would be better than grief. But if you wish me to love you, could you but see how much I DO love you, you would be proud and content. All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever.