...it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of death.
Reader, I married him.
Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!
Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.
The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted.