Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence. - Charlotte Brontë

I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

I have not much pride under such circumstances: I would always rather be happy than dignified.

"Jane Eyre
"I desired more...than was within my reach. Who blames me? Many call me discontented. I couldn't help it: the restlessness is in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.