Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.

Look twice before you leap.

Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go--embrace me, Jane.

The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.

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

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