I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest -- blest beyond what language can express because I am my husbands life as fully as he is mine.

It does good to no woman to be flattered by a man who does not intend to marry her and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them which if unreturned and unknown must devour the life that feeds it and if discovered and responded to must lead ignis-fatuus-like into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.

All my heart is yours sir it belongs to you and with you it would remain were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you it will be satisfied or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.

Gentle reader may you never feel what I then felt May your eyes never shed such stormy scalding heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips for never may you like me dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.

It is a long way to Ireland Janet and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels but if I cant do better how is it to be helped Are you anything akin to me do you think JaneI could risk no sort of answer by this time my heart was still. Because he said I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me as now it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt and then Ive a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you - youd forget me.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

Do you think because I am poor obscure plain and little I am soulless and heartless You think wrong - I have as much soul as you - and full as much heart And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you

I had not intended to love him the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected and now at the first renewed view of him they spontaneously revived great and strong He made me love him without looking at me.

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.