I like rudeness a great deal better than flattery. Charlotte Bronte More Quotes by Charlotte Bronte More Quotes From Charlotte Bronte The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator. Charlotte Bronte narrators listeners tongue "Do you like him much?" "I told you I liked him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much: he is full of faults." "Is he?" "All boys are." "More than girls?" "Very likely." Charlotte Bronte girl caring wise Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea. Charlotte Bronte different men ideas That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar. Charlotte Bronte poison sweet lying Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked passionately. "Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has she for me? None: as I have taken pains to prove; I caused a rumor to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not-I could not-marry Miss Ingram. You-you strange-you almost unearthly thing!-I love as my own flesh. You-poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are-I entreat to accept me as a husband. Charlotte Bronte pain husband mother I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced - conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph _I_ can win. Charlotte Bronte please-me winning heart It is a long way off, sir" "From what Jane?" "From England and from Thornfield: and ___" "Well?" "From you, sir Charlotte Bronte england long way Your will shall decide your destiny. Charlotte Bronte your-destiny destiny 'My bride is here,' Rochester said , again drawing me to him, 'because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?' Charlotte Bronte will-you-marry-me rochester equal But I feel this, Helen: I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish me unjustly. It is as natural as that I should love those who show me affection, or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved. Charlotte Bronte affection punishment natural You are afraid of me, because I talk like a sphinx. Charlotte Bronte sphinx I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here. Charlotte Bronte hate lying school I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high. Charlotte Bronte bars clouds bird Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime. Charlotte Bronte poverty christian people Shake me off, then, sir--push me away; for I'll not leave you of my own accord. Charlotte Bronte pushing-me-away shakes accord For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial. Charlotte Bronte serious kind reading I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing. Charlotte Bronte liberty prayer wind Fortune is proverbially called changeful, yet her caprice often takes the form of repeating again and again a similar stroke of luck in the same quarter. Charlotte Bronte caprice form luck I am very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about. We all must die one day, and the illness which is removing me is not painful; it is gentle and gradual: my mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me much: I have only a father; and he is lately married, and will not miss me. By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings. I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault. Charlotte Bronte regret grieving father What delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has seized me? Charlotte Bronte delusion madness sweet
