Rochester: Jane, I want a wife. I want a wife, not a nursemaid to look after me. I want a wife to share my bed every night. All day if we wish. If I can't have that, I'd rather die. We're not the platonic sort, Jane.
Jane Eyre: [Take his face in her hands as she faces him] Can you see me?
[Rochester nods yes] Then hear this Edward. Your life is not yours to give up. It is mine. All mine. And I forbid it.
