It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. I had left this woman in bitterness and hate, and I came back to her now with no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings, and strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries - to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity.

Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.

I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester

Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.

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

Die without me if you will. Live for me if you dare.

Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea.