“Abby_Donovan: Heathcliff was a misogynistic asshole. MarkBaynard: Could you explain that to my Lit 101 class? I hate to see all those… — Teresa Medeiros Copy Share Image
“As I exclaimed 'Jane! Jane! Jane!' a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was-… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams many-coloured, agitated, full of the ideal, the stirring, the stormy--dreams where, amidst… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader: gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
I am not an angel,' I asserted; 'and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Off course, if Steven had a wife in the attic, like Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre, that, I thought, would be another… — Lisa Tucker Copy Share Image
“Listen, then, Jane Eyre, to your sentence: tomorrow, place the glass before you, and draw in chalk your own picture, faithfully, without… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
Because when she failed, I saw how she might have succeeded. Arrows that continually glanced off from Mr. Rochester's breast and fell… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre, Tessa pointed out. No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“...his presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.” — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees. Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Tessa exploded "I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I smiled: I thought to myself Mr. Rochester is peculiar — he seems to forget that he pays me £30 per annum… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Now, I've another errand for you,' said my untiring master; "you must away to my room again. What a mercy you are… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
'My bride is here,' Rochester said , again drawing me to him, 'because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“You,” I said, “a favourite with Mr. Rochester? You gifted with the power of pleasing him? You of importance to him in… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“And there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I did. Mr. Rochester, reading my countenance, saw I had done so. His fury was wrought to the highest: he must yield… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“You are going, Jane?" "I am going, sir." "You are leaving me?" "Yes." "You will not come? You will not be my… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Reader, I married him. It turned out the sounds I heard coming from the attic weren't the screams of Mr Rochester's mad… — Francine Prose Copy Share Image
“And yes, I confess, when I looked at him, I thought of Heathcliff and Mr Rochester and Maxim de Winter... and how… — Justine Picardie Copy Share Image
“Mr. Rochester continued to be blind the first two years of our union; perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
