I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.

I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.

I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.

Everyone else is just cocktails.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.