Jane Eyre Quotes

“But I apprised you that I was a hard man," said he, "difficult to persuade."

"And I am a hard woman—impossible to put off."

"And then," he pursued, "I am cold: no fervour infects me."

"Whereas I am hot, and fire dissolves ice. The blaze there has thawed all the snow from your cloak; by the same token, it has streamed on to my floor, and made it like a trampled street. As you hope ever to be forgiven, Mr. Rivers, the high crime and misdemeanour of spoiling a sanded kitchen, tell me what I wish to know."

"Well, then," he said, "I yield; if not to your earnestness, to your perseverance: as stone is worn by continual dropping.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“What is your name beside Burns?
Helen”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Who in the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?" Still indomitable was the reply: "I care for myself.”
― Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre

“I was tempted to cease struggling with him - to rush down the torrent of his will into the gulf of his existence, and there lose my own.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“What makes you say he does not love you, Jane?"

"You should hear himself on the subject. He has again and again explained that it is not himself, but his office he wishes to mate. He has told me I am formed for labour—not for love: which is true, no doubt. But, in my opinion, if I am not formed for love, it follows that I am not formed for marriage. Would it not be strange, Di, to be chained for life to a man who regarded one but as a useful tool?"

"Insupportable—unnatural—out of the question!”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“I have a regard for her; and now that I know she is, ina sense, parentless- forsaken by mother and disowned by you, sir- I shall cling closer to her than before. How could I possibly prefer spoilt pet of a wealthy family, who would hate her governess as a nuisance, to a lonely little orphan, who leans towards her as a friend?”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“How can she bear it so quietly—so firmly?” I asked of myself. “Were I in her place, it seems to me I should wish the earth to open and swallow me up. She looks as if she were thinking of something beyond her punishment—beyond her situation: of something not round nor before her. I have heard of day-dreams—is she in a day-dream now? Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but I am sure they do not see it—her sight seems turned in, gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember, I believe; not at what is really present.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Wicked and cruel boy!” I said. “You are like a murderer—you are like a slave-driver—your are like the Roman emperors!”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“I love you better now, when I can really be useful to you, than I did in your state of proud independence, when you disdained every part but that of the giver and protector.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“All the house was still; for I believe all, except St. John and myself, were now retired to rest. The one candle was dying out: the room was full of moonlight. My heart beat fast and thick: I heard its throb. Suddenly it stood still to an inexpressible feeling that thrilled it through, and passed at once to my head and extremities. The feeling was not like an electric shock, but it was quite as sharp, as strange, as startling: it acted on my senses as if their utmost activity hitherto had been but torpor, from which they were now summoned and forced to wake. They rose expectant: eye and ear waited while the flesh quivered on my bones.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“That I should like to have it is certain: whether it would be judicious or wise is another question.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“(…) Credete, Jane, di avere una sorta di parentela con me? "

Non osavo rispondere in quel momento: avevo il cuore gonfio.

" Perché " disse " qualche volta, soprattutto quando mi siete vicina, come ora, ho nei vostri confronti una sensazione strana: mi sembra di avere una corda, sotto le costole, a sinistra, strettamente, inestricabilmente annodata a una corda analoga situata nella stessa zona del vostro corpo esile. E se quel tempestoso tratto di mare e tre, quattrocento chilometri di terra si metteranno con tutta la loro vastità tra noi, ho paura che quella corda che ci unisce verrà spezzata; e allora temo che comincerei a sanguinare internamente. Quanto a voi… mi dimenticherete.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“(…) Credete, Jane, di avere una sorta di parentela con me? ” 

Non osavo rispondere in quel momento: avevo il cuore gonfio.

“ Perché “ disse “ qualche volta, soprattutto quando mi siete vicina, come ora, ho nei vostri confronti una sensazione strana: mi sembra di avere una corda, sotto le costole, a sinistra, strettamente, inestricabilmente annodata a una corda analoga situata nella stessa zona del vostro corpo esile. E se quel tempestoso tratto di mare e tre, quattrocento chilometri di terra si metteranno con tutta la loro vastità tra noi, ho paura che quella corda che ci unisce verrà spezzata; e allora temo che comincerei a sanguinare internamente. Quanto a voi… mi dimenticherete. ”


Rochester”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“(…) Credete, Jane, di avere una sorta di parentela con me? ” 

Non osavo rispondere in quel momento: avevo il cuore gonfio.

“ Perché “ disse “ qualche volta, soprattutto quando mi siete vicina, come ora, ho nei vostri confronti una sensazione strana: mi sembra di avere una corda, sotto le costole, a sinistra, strettamente, inestricabilmente annodata a una corda analoga situata nella stessa zona del vostro corpo esile. E se quel tempestoso tratto di mare e tre, quattrocento chilometri di terra si metteranno con tutta la loro vastità tra noi, ho paura che quella corda che ci unisce verrà spezzata; e allora temo che comincerei a sanguinare internamente. Quanto a voi… mi dimenticherete. ”

Rochester”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre