Mr Rochester Quotes

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Charlotte Brontë
“Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“And there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless life I have dragged on for months past? Doing nothing, expecting nothing; merging night in day; feeling but the sensation of cold when I let the fire go out, of hunger when I forgot to eat: and then a ceaseless sorrow, and, at times, a very delirium of desire to behold my Jane again. Yes: for her restoration I longed, far more than for that of my lost sight. How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“You examine me, Miss Eyre", said he. "Do you think me handsome?"
I should have deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware: "No, sir.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.”
Charlotte Brontë Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“But I don't mean to flatter you: if you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“Has there been a flood?”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“strong features, firm, grim mouth, — all energy, decision, will, — were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an influence that quite mastered me”
Charlotte Brontë

Charlotte Brontë
“Besides, I know what sort of a mind I have placed in communication with my own: I know it is one not liable to take infection: it is a peculiar mind: it is a unique one. Happily, I do not mean to harm it: but if I did, it would not take harm from me. The more you and I converse the better; for while I cannot blight you, you may refresh me.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë
“Am I a liar in your eyes?' He asked, passionately. 'Little sceptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None, and that you know. What love has she for me? None, as I have taken pains to prove; I caused a rumor to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not - I could not - marry Miss Ingram. You - you strange - you almost unearthly thing! I love as my own flesh. You - poor and obscure, and small and plain, as you are - I entreat to accept me as a husband.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Francine Prose
“Reader, I married him.

It turned out the sounds I heard coming from the attic weren't the screams of Mr Rochester's mad wife Bertha. It wasn't the wife who burned to death in the fire that destroyed Thornfield Hall and blinded my future husband when he tried to save her.
After we'd first got engaged, he'd had to admit that he was already married, and we'd broken off our engagement. He'd asked me to run away with him anyway. Naturally, I'd refused.
But later, after we were properly married, he insisted that it hadn't happened that way. It turned out there had been no wife. It turned out that it had been a parrot, screaming in the attic. The parrot had belonged to his wife. She had got it in the islands, where she had also contracted the tropical fever that killed her. She'd died long before I came to work for him as a governess. That was never Bertha, in the attic.”
Francine Prose, The Mirror: A Short Story from the collection, Reader, I Married Him

Charlotte Brontë
“You have a curious, designing mind, Mr Rochester. I am afraid your principles on some points are eccentric."
"My principles were never trained, Jane: they may have growm a little awry for want of attention.”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Jean Rhys
“Ma il loro tesoro era rimasto, oro e non soltanto oro. Qualcosa si trova ancora — ma chi la trova non lo dice mai perché, vedi, gliene resterebbe solo un terzo: questa è la legge per chi trova i tesori. Loro vogliono tutto, così non ne parlano. A volte oggetti preziosi, a volte gioielli. È incredibile tutto quello che la gente trova e vende in gran segreto a qualche individuo guardingo che pesa e misura, esita, fa domande che restano senza risposta, poi dà in cambio del denaro. [...]In tutte le isole, da nessuna parte, non si sa da dove. Perché è meglio non parlare di tesoro. Meglio non dirlo. Sì, meglio non dirlo. Non ti dirò che a malapena ascoltavo i tuoi racconti. Desideravo la notte e il buio e l’ora in cui si aprono i fiori lunari.
Cancella la luna,
tira giù le stelle,
Amami al buio, perché
il buio è il nostro destino
presto, presto.
Come gli spavaldi pirati, approfittiamo al massimo di ciò che abbiamo, nel migliore e nel peggiore dei modi. Non dare un terzo ma tutto. Tutto… tutto… tutto. Non tenerti nulla…
No, avrei detto… sapevo quello che avrei detto. — Ho fatto un errore terribile. Perdonami.
Lo dissi, guardandola, vedendo l’odio nei suoi occhi — e sentendo il mio odio che sprizzava incontro al suo. Di nuovo quel cambiamento da vertigine, l’ossessione del ricordo, lo sconvolgente ritorno all’odio. Mi hanno comprato col tuo sporco denaro, me, hanno comprato. Tu li hai aiutati. Mi hai ingannato, tradito, e farai ancora peggio, se ne avrai la possibilità. [...]
… Se ero destinato all’inferno, che sia l’inferno. Basta coi falsi paradisi. Basta con la maledetta magia. Tu mi odi e io ti odio.
Vedremo chi sa odiare meglio. Ma prima — prima voglio distruggere il tuo odio. Il mio odio è più freddo, più forte, e tu non avrai più nessun odio che ti scaldi. Tu non avrai più nulla.
E lo feci. Vidi l’odio scomparire dai suoi occhi. Lo costrinsi a scomparire. E con l’odio scomparve la sua bellezza. Lei non fu più che un fantasma. Un fantasma nella luce grigia del giorno. Non rimase che la disperazione. Dimmi muori e morirò. Dimmi muori e
guardami morire.”
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea