Evelyn: Things can’t always be the same. Or people.
Lola Delaney: Remember the first time you kissed me? You were scared as a young girl. You trembled so. We’d been going together almost a year. And you’d always been so shy. That night, for the first time, you grabbed me and kissed me. There was tears in your eyes, Doc. You said you’d love me forever and ever. Remember? You said if I didn’t marry you, you just wanted to die. I remember because it scared me to have anybody say anything like that.
Doc Delaney: Yes, baby.
Lola Delaney: Then, when it got dark, we stretched out on the cool grass. You kissed me all night long.
Doc Delaney: You’ve got to forget those things. It was 20 years ago.
Lola Delaney: Those years have vanished. Just vanished into thin air.
Edward Rochester: Sometimes I have a queer feeling in regards to you Jane. Especially when you are near, as now. It’s as if I had a string somewhere under my left rib, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in a corresponding corner of your little frame. And if we should have to be parted, that cord of communion would be snapped and I have a nervous notion that I should take to bleeding inwardly.