Character: Jane Eyre

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!

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.

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

I love you deeply, too deeply to flatter you.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 has never caused me to themselves so frequently as these days, have never been kind to me, and - alas! - never had I so very much loved it!

It seemed that mutual affection swept us the gold Hoop of the world.

And crazy kind of woman who allows a mystery of love to arise in your heart, for this love unrequited and unknown, must burn the soul, nourished it; and even if love was found and divided, it is like a wandering light, will lead you into a deep mire where there is no escape.