Fortune is proverbially called changeful, yet her caprice often takes the form of repeating again and again a similar stroke of luck in the same quarter.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.

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

Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.

You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.

What delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me?