Jane Eyre

by Charlotte Brontë

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

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.

don’t call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly:

She is wild for this

I have at last my nameless bliss. As I love—loved am I!”

“Am I hideous, Jane?” “Very, sir: you always were, you know.”

LMFAO

for our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.”