I have for the first time found what I 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 heart; 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. | Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
No other novel speaks to my feminine heart quite like Jane Eyre. Two years ago, on a summer evening similar to this one, I found myself completely enamored by this classic love story. Tonight, for reasons impossible to explain, I am reminded why.