I believe in some blending of hope and sunshine sweetening the worst lots. I believe that this life is not all; neither the beginning nor the end. I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.

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

The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and sought stimulus so little, that when the latter came I almost felt it a disturbance, and rather still wished it had held aloof.

Jane, I never meant to wound you thus...Will you ever forgive me?" Reader, I forgave him at the moment and on the spot.

I think I must admit so fair a guest when it asks entrance to my heart.

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

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.