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

For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.

Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.

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.

No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet, so deadly sad, that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. The last was an awful blank, something like then world when the deluge was gone by.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate.