... and she held out a pretty gold ring. 'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours and you are mine; and we shall leave Earth and make our own Heaven yonder.'

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

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

It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

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.

I'm just going to write because I cannot help it.

I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.