I can but die... and I believe in God. Let me try and wait His will in silence.

It is a long way off, sir" "From what Jane?" "From England and from Thornfield: and ___" "Well?" "From you, sir

If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity.

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.

I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world.

Life is so constructed, that the event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation.