It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.
If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love our friends for their sakes rather than for our own.
. . . if there was a hope of comfort for any moment, the heart or head of no human being in this house could yield it . . .
There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.
Jane, be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation.""I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at
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!
I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me - for you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.
