Chapter 35 Quotes — Jane Eyre

"Jane! Jane! Jane!"—nothing more.

"I am coming!" I cried. "Wait for me! Oh, I will come!"

To me, he was in reality become no longer flesh, but marble; his eye was a cold, bright, blue gem; his tongue a speaking instrument—nothing more.

I felt how—if I were his wife, this good man, pure as the deep sunless source, could soon kill me, without drawing from my veins a single drop of blood, or receiving on his own crystal conscience the faintest stain of crime.

Reader, do you know, as I do, what terror those cold people can put into the ice of their questions? How much of the fall of the avalanche is in their anger? of the breaking up of the frozen sea in their displeasure?

I am. God did not give me my life to throw away; and to do as you wish me would, I begin to think, be almost equivalent to committing suicide.

It was _my_ time to assume ascendency. _My_ powers were in play and in force.

No. St. John, I will not marry you. I adhere to my resolution.

Without one overt act of hostility, one upbraiding word, he contrived to impress me momently with the conviction that I was put beyond the pale of his favour.