Your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you.

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.

If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

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. I think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wrap my existence about you–and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.