Book: Jane Eyre. Page 3

I loved him so much! So much so that you couldn't Express, so much that it does not have the words.

I was close to complete despair. Only remnants of respect kept me on the edge of the abyss. In the eyes of the world, I was doubtless covered with dishonor, but to his own conscience I was clean, because it was aside from her life of crime and vicious passions.

And here the precious plate ended up on my lap, and Bessie gently persuaded me to eat lying on her treat. Futile generosity! It came too late, as many of the gifts that we crave and which we have long denied!

Oh, that gentleness! How it is more powerful than force!

Oh, God I'm ready to give my heart. But you don't need it.

I didn't want to keep his vanity, which was, incidentally, his weak side, but, as an exception, for some reason, I was ready to flatter him.

When you don't know what to fill the day, divide it into parts, each part do something, don't just sit there and quarter of an hour, ten minutes, five minutes, enjoy every moment, do thee planned methodically, with stern regularity, and the day will pass so quickly that you will not notice how it ended. And you won't have to depend on someone and wait to have helped you to spend some time. You don't have to search no companies, no talking, no sympathy, no support - in a word, you're going to live, how to live an independent entity.

In the flickering candlelight was, I think, more soul than these smiles; the ringing of the bell was more meaningful than the laughter.

Steppe burial mound, covered by a raging, all-devouring flame, might serve as the emblem of my soul, when I accused Mrs. reed and threatened her: the same step, but a black, incinerated - that's the way my state of mind when, after half an hour of meditation in silence, I realized how reckless my behavior was and how hard it is to be hated and to hate.

No more sad spectacle than a naughty child, especially a naughty girl.

- This is my hand left not only without the nails, but without fingers, he said, showing me his crushed hand. - Pathetic stump... disgusting sight... do you agree, Jen?
To see her sad. And your eyes, and on the trail of a burn on your forehead. But much more threatening danger to love you for them even stronger and quite to spoil.

This world is no place for resting from our labors. Don't try to make it so - it was not created for peace. Do not indulge in laziness!

The softest of my codes were "arrogant kitty" "evil elf", "evil", "werewolf" and the like.

I like you more than you can say, but I will not succumb to sweet sentiments and this pick will not let you near the edge of a precipice, and additionally fending off your attacks, will keep distance between us, best for our mutual benefit.