The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.

Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind, earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.

Shake me off, then, sir--push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord.

The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.

I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.

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