“I lay on it motionless as a stone; and to have torn me from it would have been almost to kill me.Chapter 29 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“I am an orphan, the daughter of a clergyman. My parents died before I could know them. I was brought up a dependent; educated in a charitable institution.Chapter 29 · Jane Eyre · ★★★☆☆→
“I consider that no service degrades which can better our race. I hold that the more arid and unreclaimed the soil where the Christian labourer's task of tillage is appointed him—the scantier the meed his toil brings—the higher the honour.Chapter 30 · St John Rivers · ★★★☆☆→
“I felt the consecration of its loneliness: my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep—on the wild colouring communicated to ridge and dell by moss, by heath-bell, by flower-sprinkled turf, by brilliant bracken, and mellow granite crag.Chapter 30 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“I thank you for the proposal, Mr. Rivers, and I accept it with all my heart.Chapter 30 · Jane Eyre · ★★★☆☆→
“And if I let a gust of wind or a sprinkling of rain turn me aside from these easy tasks, what preparation would such sloth be for the future I propose to myself?Chapter 30 · St John Rivers · ★★★☆☆→
“Perfect beauty is a strong expression; but I do not retrace or qualify it: as sweet features as ever the temperate clime of Albion moulded; as pure hues of rose and lily as ever her humid gales and vapoury skies generated and screened, justified, in this instance, the term.Chapter 31 · Jane Eyre · ★★★☆☆→
“God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate; and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get—when our will strains after a path we may not follow—we need neither starve from inanition, nor stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as strong as the forbidden food it longed to taste—and perhaps purer; and to hew out for the adventurous foot a road as direct and broad as the one Fortune has blocked up against us, if rougher than it.Chapter 31 · St John Rivers · ★★★☆☆→
“Was I very gleeful, settled, content, during the hours I passed in yonder bare, humble schoolroom this morning and afternoon? Not to deceive myself, I must reply—No: I felt desolate to a degree. I felt—yes, idiot that I am—I felt degraded.Chapter 31 · Jane Eyre · ★★★☆☆→