I think if Eternity held torment, its form would not be fiery rack, nor its nature, despair. I think that on a certain day amongst those days which never dawned, and will not set, an angel entered Had...
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love.
What necessity is there to dwell on the Past, when the Present is so much surer-the Future so much brighter?
It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and...
But afterwards, is there nothing more for me in life - no true home - nothing to be dearer to me than myself?
Your will shall decide your destiny.
The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.
I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous deligh...
Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
But where are you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?-I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.-Where is God? What is God?-My maker and yours, who will never destroy what He created. I rely i...
Men judge us by the success of our efforts. God looks at the efforts themselves.
إنَّه لمن حُسن الطالع أنَّ الزمان يُخمد التوق إلى الإنتقام، ويُسكت حوافز الغيظ والنفور.
Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness – to glory?
When once more alone, I reviewed the information I had got; looked into my heart, examined its thoughts and feelings, and endeavored to bring back with a strict hand such as had been straying through...
Some time in the afternoon I raised my head, and looking round and seeing the western sun gilding the sign of its decline on the wall, I asked, What am I to do? But the answer my mind gave--Leave Thor...
Signs may be but the sympathies of nature with man.
Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.
It is a long way off, sirFrom what Jane?From England and from Thornfield: and ___Well?From you, sir
I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.
Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.