"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."
"Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones."
"The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a faithful interpreter - in the eye."
"Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear."
"Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition."
"To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking."