His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss.

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break... I am ever tender and true.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you

The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and sought stimulus so little, that when the latter came I almost felt it a disturbance, and rather still wished it had held aloof.