It is one of my faults, that though my tongue is sometimes prompt enough at an answer, there are times when it sadly fails me in framing an excuse; and always the lapse occurs at some crisis, when a facile word or plausible pretext is specially wanted to get me out of painful embarrassment.

I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.

I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre

Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

Am I hideous, Jane? Very, sir: you always were, you know.

I smiled: I thought to myself Mr. Rochester is peculiar — he seems to forget that he pays me £30 per annum for receiving his orders. "The smile is very well," said he, catching instantly the passing expression; "but speak too." "I was thinking, sir, that very few masters would trouble themselves to inquire whether or not their paid subordinates were piqued and hurt by their orders.