"Heaven knows we should never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlaying our hard hearts."
"Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it has no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection."
" 'I'll tell you,' said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper 'what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!' "
" 'I know', said I, in answer to that action; ' I know. I have no hope that I shall ever call you mine, Estella. I am ignorant what may become of me very soon, how poor I may be, or where I may go. Still, I love you. I have loved you ever since I first saw you in this house.' "
" 'It seems,' said Estella, very calmly, 'that there are sentiments, fencies - I don't know how to call them - which I am not able to comprehend. When you say you love me, I know what you mean, as a form of words; but nothing more. You adress nothing in my breast, you touch nothing there. I don't care for what you say at all. I have tried to warn you of this, now, have I not?' "
" 'You will get me out of your thoughts in a week.'
'Out of my thoughts" You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the lighr, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. "