“Then you snatch love and innocence from me? You fling me back on lust for a passion⁠—vice for an occupation?”

“ Mr. Rochester, I no more assign this fate to you than I grasp at it for myself. We were born to strive and endure⁠—you as well as I: do so. You will forget me before I forget you.”

“You make me a liar by such language: you sully my honour. I declared I could not change: you tell me to my face I shall change soon. And what a distortion in your judgment, what a perversity in your ideas, is proved by your conduct! Is it better to drive a fellow-creature to despair than to transgress a mere human law, no man being injured by the breach? for you have neither relatives nor acquaintances whom you need fear to offend by living with me?”