A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play.

I have for the first time found what I can truly love- I have found you. You are my sympathy-my better self-my good angel-I am bound to you with a strong attachment.

It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.

Better to be without logic than without feeling.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.