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

... and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.'

There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.

Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.

I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?

Jane Eyre "I desired more...than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn't help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.