“Jane!Mr. Rochester!”

“Does my forehead not please you- Mr Rochester”

“Rochester: My bride is here, because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”

“Jane: "St John dresses well. He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes and a Grecian profile."Rochester:(Aside) "Damn him!" (To me) "Did you like him, Jane?”

“I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester”

“Diana announced that she would just give me time to get over the honey-moon, and then she would come and see me.'She had better not wait till then, Jane,' said Mr. Rochester, when I read her letter to him; 'if she does, she will be too late, for our honey-moon will shine our life-long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.”

“Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.”