Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

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

The hiss of the quenched element, the breakage of the pitcher which I had flung from my hand when I had emptied it, and, above all, the splash of the shower-bath I had liberally bestowed, roused Mr Rochester at last though it was dark, I knew he was awake; because I heard him fulminating strange anathemas at finding himself lying in a pool of water. 'Is there a flood?' he cried

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 am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.

You know full well as I do the value of sisters' affections: There is nothing like it in this world.