Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!

Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.

Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.

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

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

You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream