“Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.”

“Wish me everything that you can wish for the woman you dearly love, and I have as good as got it, John. I have better than got it, John.”

“I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all.”

“What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and desert their chosen intendeds for my sake?' 'Because they can't help it, miss,' replied the girl; 'the reason's plain.' (If Miss Squeers were the reason, it was very plain.)”

“Your haughty religious people would have held their heads up to see me as I am tonight, and preached of flames and vengeance,' cried the girl. 'Oh, dear lady, why ar'n't those who claim to be God's own folks as gentle and as kind to us poor wretches as you, who, having youth, and beauty, and all that they have lost, might be a little proud instead of so much humbler?”

“My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.”

“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”