To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Rochester: I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Jane: Mr. Rochester, if ever I did a good deed in my life-if ever I thought a good thought-if ever I prayed… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Rochester: My bride is here, because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me? — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Tell me now, fairy as you are - can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
The hiss of the quenched element, the breakage of the pitcher which I had flung from my hand when I had emptied… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a… — Charlotte Bronte 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
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
“Impatiently I waited for evening, when I might summon you to my presence. An unusual– to me– a perfectly new character, I… — 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
Mr. Rochester, if ever I did a good deed in my life — if ever I thought a good thought—if ever I… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Mr. Rochester, I no more assign this fate to you than I grasp at it for myself. We were born to strive… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I was actually permitting myself to experience a sickening sense of disappointment: but rallying my wits, and recollecting my principles, I at… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
My God, whose son, as on this night, took on Him the form of man, and for man vouchsafed to suffer and bleed, controls… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“A deal of people, Miss, are for trusting all to Providence; but I say Providence will not dispense with the means, though He often… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“This night is not calm; the equinox still struggles in its storms. The wild rains of the day are abated; the great single cloud… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“How dare I, Mrs Reed? How dare I? Because it is the truth. You think I have no feelings, and that I can do… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“If men could see us as we really are, they would be a little amazed; but the cleverest, the acutest men are often under… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs. With this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were -… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
Talented people almost always know full well the excellence that is in them. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Not one spark of spirit, not one symptom of resistance, would they have shown till the hand of the Corsican bandit had grasped that… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
