I was no pope - I could not boast infallibility.

I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time--I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea.

I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.

I feel monotony and death to be almost the same.

This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.

I scorn your idea of love,' I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. 'I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer: yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it.