Love is real — the most real, the most lasting, the sweetest and yet the bitterest thing we know. - Charlotte Brontë

I knew you would do me good in some way, at some time — I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you.

If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.

That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.