"Life is so constructed that an event does not, cannot, will not, match the expectation."

hey I just met you,
thus this is madness.
but here’s my petticoat,
now have my babies.

‘I do love you,’ I said, ‘more than ever: but I must not show or indulge the feeling: and this is the last time I must express it.’
‘The last time, Jane! What! do you think you can live with me, and see me daily, and yet, if you still love me, be always cold and distant?’

Edward Rochester: I dream.
Jane Eyre: Awaken then.