Book: Jane Eyre. Page 1

Extend ignorance is meant to renew hope...

I don't know of anything in the middle; never in their relationship with people more powerful and solid, endowed with character, I think the opposite, I couldn't find the middle between complete submission and determined revolt. I honestly always obeyed to the minute, when I was the explosion of protest, sometimes directly with volcanic force.

Life on earth is not for enjoyment, don't try to make it so; and not to relax, not indulge in laziness.

To have a kept woman is all like buying a slave. And that and the other and by nature and in any case, the situation - as if the lower creatures, and communication with them on an equal footing humiliating.

Wealth is something tangible, something entirely related to the external sphere of life, there is nothing perfect, everything associated with it has the character of a sober calculation; and these are appropriate feelings. People don't jump and scream "Hooray" to learn that they received the state; on the contrary, they now begin to think about blame on their responsibilities and all matters, we are satisfied, but there are serious concerns, and we think about their happiness with a furrowed brow.

Of all emotions, only the natural affection have power over me. The mind, not the sense leads me, my boundless ambition, my desire to rise higher, to do more insatiable. I appreciate people's endurance, constancy, diligence, talent; for it is the means by which are great goals and achieved the highest excellence.

Against women, who like me just the person I become the devil, when I am convinced that in them there is no soul, no heart. Then I suddenly have a vulgarity, banality, and maybe stupidity, coarseness, and ill temper; but a clean look and live it, fiery soul and the character that bends but does not break, susceptible and resistant, in respect of such a being I will be loyal and tender.

She seemed very impressive, but devoid of any naturalness; she had a beautiful appearance, was brilliantly educated, but her mind was poor and callous heart; nothing grows on this soil, no fruit could refresh you here in its richness. She was not good; it did not feel anything of his own, she repeated a book, never defended their own beliefs, and not had them. She talked about high feelings, but the participation and pity was alien to her, and the tenderness and truthfulness.

My spring is gone, but she left me this French flower, from which at other moments, I would love to get rid of. Failing to appreciate the stem where it flourished, making sure it is a breed that recognizes only gold fertilizer, I have only a very relative attachment to this flower, especially when it seems so artificial, as it is now. I save it and grow rather in the name of the Catholic principle that one good deed can redeem a multitude of sins - big and small.

The excitement of the flesh and not the fever of the soul.

Strange this phenomenon, the internal law of sympathy, as well as premonitions and omens, she together form a single mystery, the key to which humanity has not yet found.

Give me happiness, and I will make you happy.

I listened and sobbed convulsively. I not in forces was to repress his feelings. I was forced to give way to tears as desperation shook my being.

It seems to me that from my heart reaches strong to the same point in your little being.