Christine

“It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“Ophélie se sentit déchirée entre la détresse et la fureur. Il n'avait pas le droit! Il n'avait pas le droit d'entrer dans son existence ainsi, de tout mettre sens dessus dessous, puis de s'en aller comme si de rien n'était.”
― Christelle Dabos, Les Disparus du Clairdelune

“I grieve to leave Thornfield: I love Thornfield - I love it, because I have lived in it a full and delightful life, -momentarily at least. I have not been trampled on. I have not been petrified. I have not been buried with inferior minds, and excluded from every glimpse of communion with what is bright and energetic, and high. I have talked, face to face, with what I reverence; with what I delight in, -with an original, a vigorous, an expanded mind. I have known you, Mr. Rochester; and it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of death.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“You said you could tear me limb from limb without touching me," I said. "You were right, damn you."
"I am sorry," he whispered again, but this time he reached for me, and held me tight against him.
"That I loved you? Don't be sorry for that," I said, my voice half muffled in his shirt. "Not ever.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Drums of Autumn