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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!

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.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

And when you fall throughout life—and maybe even tonight after a few too many glasses of champagne—fall forward.

His cheery optimism never failed, even when food was very short and the prospect of relief seemed remote.

If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it.

Whats'ever 'appens to you--whats'ever--you'd be a princess all the same--an' nothin' couldn't make you nothin' different.

At times we were almost disposed to give up, and try to content ourselves with our wretched lot; at others, we were firm and unbending in our determination to go.

Every struggle is a victory.

At the beginning I was only a little mass of possibilities. It was my teacher who unfolded and developed them.

You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernal, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart one day, and then the rough burr will fall off.

There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.

Well, I don’t want to be anyone but myself, even if I go uncomforted by diamonds all my life

I’m not a bit changed--not really. I’m only just pruned down and branched out. The real me--back here--is just the same.

We took risks, we knew we took them; things have come out against us, and therefore we have no cause for complaint, but bow to the will of Providence, determined still to do our best to the last.

Let us strive hardily for success even if by so doing we risk failure, spurning the poorer souls of small endeavor who know neither failure nor success.

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better

The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming

Despair lames most people, but it wakes others fully up.

Life is beautiful. There are a few hiccups on the road but you have always been a warrior. You demonstrated courage in all the tough times. You can do it again. The spectacular view at the end of trials will be worth all your efforts. Unexpected blessings await.