Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.

I longed for a power of vision which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world, towns, regions full of life I had heard of but never seen: that I desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of intercourse with my kind, of acquaintance with variety of character, than was here within my reach.

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?

Who has words at the right moment?

I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre