“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.Chapter 23 · Jane Eyre · ★★★★☆→
“My bride is here, because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?Chapter 23 · Edward Rochester · ★★★★☆→
“I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.Chapter 23 · Edward Rochester · ★★★★☆→
“Before I left my bed in the morning, little Adèle came running in to tell me that the great horse-chestnut at the bottom of the orchard had been struck by lightning in the night, and half of it split away.Chapter 23 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“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 · ★★★★☆→
“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 · ★★★★☆→