Poverty, for me, is synonymous with degradation.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!

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

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

I can be on guard against my enemies, but God deliver me from my friends!