Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

I shall be thirty-one next birthday. My youth is gone like a dream; and very little use have I ever made of it. What have I done these last thirty years? Precious little.

No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day.

There's no use in weeping, Though we are condemned to part: There's such a thing as keeping, A remembrance in one's heart.

You have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face.

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.