"...- I have a pleasure in owing you my life.
- There is no debt.
- I knew you would do me good in some way. I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you. Their expression did not strike my very inmost being so for nothing..."
"... - This spring, I came home heart sore and soul withered. Then I met a gentle stranger who's society revives me. With her, I feel like I could live again in a higher, purer way. Tell me... Am I justified in over leaping an obstacle of custom to obtain her?
- There's an obstacle?
- A mere conventional impediment.
- But what can it be? If you cherish an affection, sir than fortune alone cannot impede you.
- And if the lady is of noble stock and has indicated that she may reciprocate.
- Jane, of whom do you think I speak?
- Of Ms. Ingram.
- I am asking what Jane Eyre would do yo secure my happiness.
- I would do anything for you, sir. Anything that was right.
- ...You transfix me quite. I feel I can speak to you now of my lovely one. If you've met her and know her. She's a rare one, isn't she? Fresh and healthy, without soil or taint. I'm sure she'd regenerate me with a vengeance..."
“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 frame. And if that boisterous channel came between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”
"...Am I a machine with out feelings? Do you think that because I am poor, plain, obscure, and little that I am souless and heartless? I have as much soul as you and full as much heart. And if God had possessed me with beauty and wealth, I could make it as hard for you to leave me as I to leave you... I'm not speaking to you through mortal flesh. It is my spirit that addresses your spirit, as it passes throguh the grave and stood at God's feet equal. As we are..."
"...- I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
- Than let you will decide your destiny. I offer you my hand, my heart. Jane, I ask you too pass through life at my side. You are my equal, my likeness... Will you marry me?
- Are you mocking me?
- Do you doubt me?
"...- It's you. You rare and unearthly thing. Poor and obscure as you are, plese, accept me as your husband.I must have you for my own.
- You wish me to be your wife?
- I swear it.
- You love me?
- I do.
- Then sir, I will marry you..."
"...- What is it? Jane Eyre with nothing to say?
- Everything seems unreal.
- I am real enough.
- You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all..."
"...- Listen to me. Listen. I could bend you with my finger and my thumb. A mere reed you feel in my hands. But whatever I do with this cage, I cannot get at you, and it is your soul that I want. Why can't you come of your own free will?
- God help me..."
"...- Who's there? This hand. Jane Eyre. Jane Eyre.
- Edward, I'm come back to you. Fairfax Rochester with nothing to say.
- You're altogether a human being Jane.
- I conscientiously believe so.
- I conscientiously believe so.
- I dream.
- Awaken then..."