Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.

You transfix me quite.

I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.

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

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

Look twice before you leap.

They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.