'My bride is here,' Rochester said , again drawing me to him, 'because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?'

What the deuce is to do now?

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.

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

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

It did not seem as if a prop were withdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not the power to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason for tranquility was no more.

Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.