“What the deuce is to do now?”

“I have heard of daydreams – is she in a daydream now? Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but I am sure they do not see it – her sight seems turned in, gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember, I believe; not at what is really present.”

“Jane: Mr. Rochester, if ever I did a good deed in my life-if ever I thought a good thought-if ever I prayed a sincere and blameless prayer-if ever I wished a righteous wish-I am rewarded now. To be your wife is, for me, to be as happy as I can be on earth.Mr. Rochester: Because you delight in sacrifice.Jane: Sacrifice! What do I sacrifice? Famine for food, expectation for content. To be privileged to put my arms round what I value-to press my lips to what I love-to repose on what I trust: is that to make a sacrifice? If so, then certainly I delight in sacrifice.”

“What will you do with your accomplishments? What, with the largest portion of your mind - sentiments - tastes?"Save them till they are wanted. They will keep.”

“Now, I've another errand for you,' said my untiring master; "you must away to my room again. What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!--a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture. You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there,--quick!"I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels."That's well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility. I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan--a fellow you would have kicked, Carter. It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance. Jane, a little water."He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand."That will do;--now wet the lip of the phial."I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason."Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so.""But will it hurt me?--is it inflammatory?""Drink! drink! drink!"Mr. Mason obeyed, because it was evidently useless to resist. He was dressed now: he still looked pale, but he was no longer gory and sullied. Mr. Rochester let him sit three minutes after he had swallowed the liquid; he then took his arm--"Now I am sure you can get on your feet," he said--"try."The patient rose."Carter, take him under the other shoulder. Be of good cheer, Richard; step out--that's it!""I do feel better," remarked Mr. Mason."I am sure you do.”

“What do I want? A new place, in a new house, amongst new faces, under new circumstances.”

“Reader, do you know, as I do, what terror those cold people can put into the ice of their questions? How much of the fall of the avalanche is in their anger? of the breaking up of the frozen sea in their displeasure?”