"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in drear solitude, i have for the first time found what can truly love- i have found you. you are my sympathy - my better self- my good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my eart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one." -mr. rochester
"whether is it better, i ask, to be a slave in a fool's paradise at marseilles- fevered with delusive bliss one hour- suffocating with the bitterest tears of remorse and shame the next- or to be a village school-mistress, free and honest, in a breezy mountain nook in the healthy heart of england?" - jane eyre
feverish, impassioned cries to jump-start passive hearts!