Eight years! you must be tenacious of life. I thought half the time in such a place would have done up any constitution! No wonder you have rather the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face. When you came on me in Hay Lane last night, I thought unaccountably of fairy tales, and had half a mind to demand whether you had bewitched my horse: I am not sure yet.
Charlotte BrontëI don't wish to treat you like an inferior: that is (correcting himself), I claim only such superiority as must result from twenty years' difference in age and a century's advance in experience.
Charlotte BrontëWell, my insane inconsistency had its reward. Instead of the comfort, the certain satisfaction, I might have won - could I but have put choking panic down, and stood for two minutes - here was dead blank, dark doubt and drear suspense.
I took my wages to my pillow, and passed the night counting them.
مستر روتشيستر، إذا كنت قد عملتُ في أيما يوم من أيام حياتي عملاً صالحاً... إذا كنت قد راودتني في أيما يوم من أيام حياتي فكرة صالحة.. إذا كنتُ قد صلَّيتُ ذات مرة صلاة صادقة بريئة.. إذا كنتُ قد تمنَّيت أمنية فاضلة.. فإني أعتبر أني فُزتُ الآن بثواب ذلك كله. فلأن أكون زوجتك يعني عندي، أن أنعم بأوفر قسط من السعادة أستطيع بلوغه في هذه الدنيا.
Charlotte BrontëStichwörter: love marriage proposal jane-eyre حب زواج جين-أيير
Reader, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.
Charlotte BrontëFarewell!" was the cry of my heart as I left him. Despair added, "Farewell for ever!
Charlotte BrontëIt will atone - it will atone. Have I not found her friendless, and cold, and comfortless? Will I not guard, and cherish, and solace her? Is there not love in my heart, and constancy in my resolves? It will expiate at God's tribunal. I know my maker sanctions what I do. For the world's judgement - I wash my hands thereof. For man's opinion - I defy it.
Charlotte BrontëYou never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you--and you may mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current- -as I am now.
Charlotte BrontëReserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive. The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all, and to burst with boldness and good-will into the silent sea of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.
Charlotte BrontëWho are you, Miss Snowe?"...
"Who am I indeed? Perhaps a personage in disguise.
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