Book: Jane Eyre

Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political - is brewing in the bowels of everyday life.

- No, You're afraid, pride of afraid to get into a ridiculous position.
In this sense, Yes, I have no desire to talk nonsense.

All this was torture to me - refined, long-lasting torture. She kept me a secret flame of indignation and a trembling trouble of grief, and I felt that if I became his wife, this good man, pure as ice mountain key, soon brought me to the grave, without spilling a single drop of my blood and will not stain its crystal conscience the faintest shadow of a crime.

I scorn Your idea of love. I despise the false sense that You offer me. Yes, St. John, and I scorn you when You offer it to me!

Why would I deny him, when we both were happier near than far from each other?

Would it not be better to resist the temptation to listen to the voice of passion and, abandoning the painful effort and struggle, to sleep among the flowers, in silk tenet and Wake up in the South of France, in a luxurious Villa, where I could live now in the position of the beloved Mr. Rochester, blissfully reveling in his love - because he'd loved, Oh, Yes, he loved me for a while.

It was a fairy, she came from the land of the elves, came to give me happiness. I have to go with the pixie from ordinary life in some completely isolated place, like the moon. The fairy nodded, showing me the rig of the month, which was just rising above the trees. She told me about the silver valley and alabaster cave where we can stay. I replied that willingly would go, but recalled, as you told me that because I have no wings and I cannot fly.

Do you submit to me and you own me. It's like you're inferior to me and charm his gentleness. And when I wound on the finger that silky thread, I feel the thrill in your heart. You charm me and win. But this spell is sweeter than I can Express, and it is a victory of you, dearer to me than any victory.

And then, existence for you must be a permanent change of pleasure and excitement, otherwise the world seems to you a prison. You need to be admired, you were cared for, flattered to around you was music, dancing, society, and if not, you start to languish and fall into depression. Can't you get a job so as not to depend on someone's whims and not from one's desires but their own?

Here the mind is firmly seated in the saddle and holds the reins, he won't let feelings get ahead and entice him to something reckless. Let the passion rage in my soul, like true heathens, in all its primal power, let desire draw a thousand vain of paintings, but in each case the last word would belong to a sober judgment, and the only reason to decide. Let me threaten storms, earthquakes and fires, I will always follow this quiet secret voice, obedient to the dictates of conscience.

You are cold because you are alone - your fire is not in contact with the other lamp. You are sick because the highest and the sweet sense, given the person isn't familiar to you. And you will not be ingenious because prefer to suffer, but do not want to entice happiness to themselves, and themselves did not make a step to meet him.

No such madness, which man will not be pushed idiotic desire to Excel in society as well as sensual intoxication, blindness and arrogance of youth, pushing for meaningless things.

Human beings can not survive in this world full of happiness.

I love you deeply, too deeply to flatter you.