Remorse is the poison of life.
The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter - in the eye.
I soon forgot storm in music.
Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
'My bride is here,' Rochester said , again drawing me to him, 'because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?'
I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.