As far as my experience of matrimony goes -- I think it tends to draw you out of, and away from yourself.

Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop.

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

My home is humble and unattractive to strangers, but to me it contains what I shall find nowhere else in the world - the ... affection which brothers and sisters feel for each other.

It is a long way off, sir" "From what Jane?" "From England and from Thornfield: and ___" "Well?" "From you, sir

But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?

I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.