“Station! station!—your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.—Go.Chapter 24 · Edward Rochester · ★★★★☆→
“I thought his smile was such as a sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment, bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his hand, which was ever hunting mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to him red with the passionate pressure.Chapter 24 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“And then you won't know me, sir; and I shall not be your Jane Eyre any longer, but an ape in a harlequin's jacket—a jay in borrowed plumes.Chapter 24 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple.Chapter 24 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“Jane, you please me, and you master me—you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart.Chapter 24 · Edward Rochester · ★★★★☆→
“It can never be, sir; it does not sound likely. Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale—a day-dream.Chapter 24 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“The cards of address alone remained to nail on: they lay, four little squares, in the drawer. Mr. Rochester had himself written the direction, "Mrs. Rochester, —— Hotel, London," on each: I could not persuade myself to affix them, or to have them affixed. Mrs. Rochester! She did not exist: she would not be born till to-morrow, some time after eight o'clock A.M.Chapter 25 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“I faced the wreck of the chestnut-tree; it stood up black and riven: the trunk, split down the centre, gasped ghastly. The cloven halves were not broken from each other, for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below; though community of vitality was destroyed—the sap could flow no more.Chapter 25 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“I think it a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you, because I love you.Chapter 25 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“Station! station!—your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.—Go.Chapter 24 · Edward Rochester · ★★★★☆→
“I thought his smile was such as a sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment, bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his hand, which was ever hunting mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to him red with the passionate pressure.Chapter 24 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“And then you won't know me, sir; and I shall not be your Jane Eyre any longer, but an ape in a harlequin's jacket—a jay in borrowed plumes.Chapter 24 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple.Chapter 24 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“Jane, you please me, and you master me—you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart.Chapter 24 · Edward Rochester · ★★★★☆→
“It can never be, sir; it does not sound likely. Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale—a day-dream.Chapter 24 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“The cards of address alone remained to nail on: they lay, four little squares, in the drawer. Mr. Rochester had himself written the direction, "Mrs. Rochester, —— Hotel, London," on each: I could not persuade myself to affix them, or to have them affixed. Mrs. Rochester! She did not exist: she would not be born till to-morrow, some time after eight o'clock A.M.Chapter 25 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“I faced the wreck of the chestnut-tree; it stood up black and riven: the trunk, split down the centre, gasped ghastly. The cloven halves were not broken from each other, for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below; though community of vitality was destroyed—the sap could flow no more.Chapter 25 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“I think it a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you, because I love you.Chapter 25 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→