Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.

Neither birth nor sex forms a limit to genius.

Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.

In sunshine, in prosperity, the flowers are very well; but how many wet days are there in life—November seasons of disaster, when a man's hearth and home would be cold indeed, without the clear, cheering gleam of intellect.

Jane Eyre "I desired more...than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn't help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.