All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.

I ask you to pass through life at my side—to be my second self, and best earthly companion.

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]n his presence I thoroughly lived.

To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.