My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough,

Reader, I Literally Married Him.

Oh, I Am Not Going To Die, Am I? He Will Not Separate Us, We Have Been So Happy.

I Both Wished And Feared To See Mr. Rochester On The Day Which Followed This Sleepless Night. I Wanted To Hear His Voice Again, Yet Feared To Meet His Eye.

Novelists Should Never Allow Themselves To Weary Of The Study Of Real Life.

The Idea Of Seeing The Sea - Of Being Near It - Watching Its Changes By Sunrise, Sunset, Moonlight, And Noonday - In Calm, Perhaps In Storm - Fills And Satisfies My Mind.