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

Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.

If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed.

...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.

That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.

I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre

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