Because when she failed, I saw how she might have succeeded. Arrows that continually glanced off from Mr. Rochester's breast and fell harmless at his feet, might, I knew, if shot by a surer hand, have quivered keen in his proud heart - have called love into his stern eye, and softness into his sardonic face, or better still, without weapons a silent conquest might have been won.
Charlotte BronteIt did not seem as if a prop were withdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not the power to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason for tranquility was no more.
Charlotte BronteMr. Rochester, if ever I did a good deed in my life โ if ever I thought a good thoughtโif ever I prayed a sincere and blameless prayer โ if ever I wished a righteous wish โ I am rewarded now. To be your wife is, for me, to be as happy as I can be on earth.
Charlotte Bronte