Character: Jane Eyre. Page 4

Friends always forget those whom fate is unmerciful.

Better tired body than to islamicise heart.

Some people put in anything true sensitivity. Sensitivity without judgment - a drink, no doubt, watery, however, prudence, not laced with sensitivity - it is too bitter and dry to be swallowed.

- And you're willing to do without some of the common phrases and forms of politeness and don't take that as rude?
I'm sure sir, that will never accept the lack of formality for insolence. I like the first and the second will not suffer any one svobodnoe entity for any salary.
- Nonsense! Most svobodnih creatures endure for the money anything.

I was straining to wrest from my soul the germs of love as I found them. And now when you first look at it they immediately came to life: green, full of life! He forced me to love him again, not even looking in my direction.
(I didn't want to love him; the reader knows what I did effort to wrest from my soul the first shoots of this love; and now with a fleeting glance at it, they came back to life and powerfully turned green. He forced me again to love him, even though he apparently didn't even notice me.)

I know what it means to live fully for the person you love most in the world. I consider myself infinitely happy, and my happiness cannot be expressed by any words because my husband and I live together. No woman in the world so entirely belongs to her husband. We may not tire the company with each other, nor can tire the heartbeat that beats in him and in my chest; therefore, we are inseparable.

I wondered, looking at the beautiful creature; I admired her heartily. Nature, no doubt created it with obvious passion, and, forgetting his usual avarice stepmother, gave his favorite gifts with Royal generosity.

... Respect yourself enough not to give all the forces of heart and soul to whom they are not needed...
(Respect yourself enough not to give all the forces of heart and soul to whom they are not needed and in whom it would disregard.)

Deeply touched, awakened sorrow and love, more and more took possession of me, reaching out, demanding their rights, wanted to live, to take precedence over everything.

Young ladies are perfectly able to give you an idea of what you consider "weirdo" without resorting to words. They do it with arrogant attitudes, coldness in circulation, negligence tones, thus expressing his feelings in full and without involving a single coarse expression or gesture.

Looking at him gave me deep joy and thrilling, however painful, precious as gold without any admixture, but fraught with severe pain. Fun, similar to what have to experience dying from thirst is the man who knows the well to which he crept is poisoned, but still drinking the divine moisture, greedy swallows.

Mrs Fairfax was evidently found, that somebody has to be kind, and began to speak herself - as usual, very affectionate and, as usual, some banality.

Such is the imperfection of human nature! Because the sun has spots, but the eyes of people like Ms. Scatcherd able to see just fine flaws and blind to the bright Shine of the heavenly bodies.

- If you are to captivate the temptations, miss Eyre, think about your conscience. Pangs of conscience can poison a life.
- I say, sir, repentance heals.
From their remorse does not heal. To heal can only be a rebirth. And if I forever denied the happiness I have the right to find some joy, and I will not miss any of them, for what it's worth.
- Then you'll fall all below, sir.
Maybe. But why, if these pleasures pure and sweet? And I will get them as pure and sweet as wild honey, which bees collect from Heather?
- Bee sting, and wild honey has a bitter taste, sir.