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

Such is the imperfect nature of man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd's can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.

I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

Mr. Rochester, if ever I did a good deed in my life — if ever I thought a good thought—if ever I prayed a sincere and blameless prayer — if ever I wished a righteous wish — I am rewarded now. To be your wife is, for me, to be as happy as I can be on earth.

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

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.