Charlotte Brontë

“The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze. Beyond and above spread an expanse of sky, dark blue as at twilight: rising into the sky was a woman’s shape to the bust, portrayed in tints as dusk and soft as I could combine. The dim forehead was crowned with a star; the lineaments below were seen as through the suffusion of vapour; the eyes shone dark and wild; the hair streamed shadowy, like a beamless cloud torn by storm or by electric travail. On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star.”

“En osaa käyttää minkäänlaista keskitietä. Ollessani tekemisissä omalle luonteelleni täysin vastakkaisten, määräävien ja kovien luonteitten kanssa olen aina joko alistunut nöyrästi tai kapinoinut vimmatusti. Joskus olen nöyrtynyt melkein katkeamispisteeseen saakka, joskus purkautunut kiihkeästi kuin tulivuori.”

“Hän näytti taaskin hämmästyneeltä. Hän ei ollut voinut kuvitella, että joku nainen uskaltaisi puhua miehelle sillä tavoin. Minulle sen sijaan tällainen keskustelu oli täysin luonnollista. Aina kun keskustelukumppaninani oli joku voimakassieluinen, vaitelias, herkkä ihminen, olipa hän sitten mies tai nainen, en saanut rauhaa ennen kuin olin päässyt tunkeutumaan hänen sisimpäänsä läpi sovinnaisen pidättäväisyyden muurin ja yli luottamuksen kynnyksen."Te olette merkillinen", hän sanoi, "ettekä ainakaan arka. Sielunne on yhtä rohkea kuin katseenne läpitunkeva, mutta sallikaa minun vakuuttaa teille, että tulkitsette tunteeni osittain väärin. Luulette niitä syvemmiksi ja voimakkaammiksi kuin mitä ne ovat. Tunnette minua kohtaan suurempaa myötätuntoa kuin ansaitsen. Punastuessani ja vapistessani neiti Oliverin edessä en sääli itseäni. Halveksin heikkouttani. Tiedän sen johtuvan pelkästä alhaisesta lihan himosta, ei sielun tuskasta. Sielu on yhtä järkkymätön kuin kallio, joka kohoaa keskellä meren kuohuja. - -”

“Rohkeat sanani eivät näyttäneet suututtavan tai järkyttävän häntä. Huomasin senkin, että arastelematon suorapuheisuus asiassa, joka oli hänen mielestään ollut sellainen, ettei siitä saanut puhua, olikin hänelle arvaamattoman mieluisaa ja vapauttavaa. Umpimieliset ihmiset toivovat usein paljon enemmän kuin avomieliset sitä, että heidän ajatuksistaan ja murheistaan keskusteltaisiin avoimesti. Ankarinkin stoalainen on lopultakin vain ihminen ja usein kiitollinen, jos joku rohkeasti ja hyvää tarkoittaen sukeltaa hänen "sielunsa hiljaiseen mereen".”

“The day succeeding this remarkable Midsummer night, proved no common day. I do not mean that it brought signs in heaven above, or portents on the earth beneath; nor do I allude to meteorological phenomena, to storm, flood, or whirlwind. On the contrary: the sun rose jocund, with a July face. Morning decked her beauty with rubies, and so filled her lap with roses, that they fell from her in showers, making her path blush: the Hours woke fresh as nymphs, and emptying on the early hills their dew-vials, they stepped out dismantled of vapour: shadowless, azure, and glorious, they led the sun’s steeds on a burning and unclouded course.”

“Mutta onko mitään niin itsepäistä kuin nuoruus? Onko mitään niin sokeata kuin kokemattomuus? Molemmat vakuuttivat, että oli jo tarpeeksi suuri ilo saada katsoa herra Rochesteria, katselipa hän minua tai ei ja ne lisäsivät: "Kiiruhda! Kiiruhda! Ole hänen kanssaan silloin kuin voit, sillä jo muutaman päivän tai korkeintaan muutaman viikon kuluttua olet erotettu hänestä ainiaaksi!" Sitten tukahdutin mielessäni heräävän kauhun tunteen, jota en halunnut omaksua enkä vaalia, ja riensin eteenpäin.”

“Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. To-night at least, I would be her guest-as I was her child; my mother would lodge me without money and without price.”

“...stale details often regain a degree of freshness when they pass through new lips.”

“Tehän ette ole koskaan tuntenut mustasukkaisuutta, eikö totta, neiti Eyre? Tietenkään ette. Tarpeetonta kysyä, sillä ettehän ole koskaan ollut rakastunut Teillä on nuo molemmat tunteet vielä edessäpäin, sielunne nukkuu, puuttuu vielä sysäys, joka herättää sen. Te kuvittelette koko elämän olevan samanlaista tasaista virtaa kuin se, jota pitkin nuoruutenne on tähän saakka liukunut. Lipuessanne eteenpäin silmät ummessa ja kädet korvilla ette näe kallioita, jotka kohoavat vähän matkan päässä virran keskiuomassa ettekä kuule tyrskyjen pauhinaa niitten juurella Mutta minä sanon teille - pankaa sanani mieleenne - jonain päivänä tulette karikkoiseen kapeaan uomaan, jossa koko elämän virta pirstoutuu kuohuiksi ja kohinaksi, vaahdoksi ja pauhuksi. Silloin joko pirstoudutte kivikossa atomeiksi, tai jokin iso laine nostaa teidät harjalleen ja kantaa tyynemmille vesille - joillaisilla minä nyt olen.”

“I honour endurance, perseverance, industry, talent; because these are the means by which men achieve great ends and mount to lofty eminence. -St.John Rivers”

“I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?”

“You are going, Jane?""I am going, sir.""You are leaving me?""Yes.""You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?"What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard was it to reiterate firmly, "I am going!""Jane!""Mr. Rochester.""Withdraw then, I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish. Go up to your own room, think over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings; think of me."He turned away, he threw himself on his face on the sofa. "Oh, Jane! my hope, my love, my life!" broke in anguish from his lips. Then came a deep, strong sob.”

“I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.''Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.”

“Unjust! - unjust!' said my reason, forced by the agonising stimulus into precocious though transitory power; and Resolve, equally wrought up, instigated some strange expedient to achieve escape from insupportable oppression - as running away, or, if that could not be effected, never eating or drinking more, and letting myself die.”

“A deal of people, Miss, are for trusting all to Providence; but I say Providence will not dispense with the means, though He often blesses them when they are used discreetly.”

“I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good that you two should live in peace and be happy - not as angels but as few are happy amongst mortals. Some lives are thus blessed: it is God's will: it is the attesting trace and lingering evidence of Eden. Other lives run from the first another course. Other travellers encounter weather fitful and gusty wild and variable - breast adverse winds are belated and overtaken by the early closing winter night. Neither can this happen without the sanction of God and I know that amidst His boundless works is somewhere stored the secret of this last fate's justice: I know that His treasures contain the proof as the promise of its mercy.”

“One lies there," I thought, "who will soon be beyond the war of earthly elements. Whither will that spirit -- now struggling to quit its material tenement -- flit when at length released?”

“I'll walk where my own nature would be leading. It vexes me to choose another guide.”

“...tizennyolc évesen általában tetszeni akarunk, és a tudat, hogy külsőnk erre alkalmatlan, korántsem lélekemelő.”

“Como é imperfeita a natureza do homem!”

“And what is hell? Can you tell me that?”“A pit full of fire.”“And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?”“No, sir.”“What must you do to avoid it?”I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: “I must keep in good health, and not die.”

“Does my forehead not please you- Mr Rochester”

“Not always do those who dare such divine conflict prevail. Night after night the sweat of agony may burst dark on the forehead; the supplicant may cry for mercy with that soundless voice the soul utters when its appeal is to the Invisible. "Spare my beloved," it may implore. "Heal my life's life. Rend not from me what long affection entwines with my whole nature. God of heaven, bend, hear, be clement!" And after this cry and strife the sun may rise and see him worsted. That opening morn, which used to salute him with the whisper of zephyrs, the carol of skylarks, may breathe, as its first accents, from the dear lips which colour and heat have quitted, --"Oh! I have had a suffering night. This morning I am worse. I have tried to rise. I cannot. Dreams I am unused to have troubled me."Then the watcher approaches the patient's pillow, and sees a new and strange moulding of the familiar features, feels at once that the insufferable moment draws nigh, knows that it is God's will his idol shall be broken, and bends his head, and subdues his soul to the sentence he cannot avert and scarce can bear.”

“If Shirley were not an indolent, a reckless, an ignorant being, she would take a pen at such moments, or at least while the recollection of such moments was yet fresh on her spirit. She would seize, she would fix the apparition, tell the vision revealed. Had she a little more of the organ of acquisitiveness in her head, a little more of the love of property in her nature, she would take a good-sized sheet of paper and write plainly out, in her own queer but clear and legible hand, the story that has been narrated, the song that has been sung to her, and thus possess what she was enabled to create. But indolent she is, reckless she is, and most ignorant; for she does not know her dreams are rare, her feelings peculiar. She does not know, has never known, and will die without knowing, the full value of that spring whose bright fresh bubbling in her heart keeps it green.”

“You do not know how the people of this country bear malice. It is the boast of some of them that they can keep a stone in their pocket seven years, turn it at the end of that time, keep it seven years longer, and hurl it and hit their mark at last.”

“Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it - and, certainly, they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement, which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never ended - a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence.”

“You examine me Miss Eyre, ” said he: “Do you think me handsome?”

“My fine visions are all very well, but I must not forget they are absolutely unreal. I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.”

“My world had for some years been Lowood: my experience had been of its rules and systems; now I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils.”

“I have heard of daydreams – is she in a daydream now? Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but I am sure they do not see it – her sight seems turned in, gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember, I believe; not at what is really present.”

“There are people from whom we secretly shrink, whom we would personally avoid, though reason confesses that they are good people: there are others with faults of temper, &c., evident enough, beside whom we live content, as if the air about them did us good.”

“Great pains were taken to hide chains with flowers”

“I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood laid in my bosom, a half-idiot clasped in my arms, and to remember that I had made of this my equal- nay, my idol- to know that I must pass the rest of my dreary life with a creature incapable of understanding what I said, of appreciating what I thought, or of sympathising with what I felt!”

“While I looked, my inner self moved; my spirit shook its always-fettered wings half loose; I had a sudden feeling as if I, who never yet truly lived, were at last about to taste life. In that morning my soul grew as fast as Jonah’s gourd.”

“When first I saw Isidore, I believed he would help me to enjoy it I believed he would be content with my being a pretty girl; and that we should meet and part and flutter about like two butterflies, and be happy”

“His chest heaved once, as if his large heart, weary of despotic constriction, had expanded, despite the will, and made a vigorous bound for the attainment of liberty.”

“St John Rivers: What will you do with all your fine accomplishments? Jane Eyre: I will save them until they're wanted. They will keep.”

“My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.”

“What the deuce is to do now?”

“i see that you laugh rarely though you could be naturally joyful , you control your features , and you fear on the presence of men to smile too cheerfully , speak too freely or move too quickly.”

“make my happiness , i will make yours . let no man prevent me , i have her and i will keep her.”

“Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.”

“Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.”

“Come, Miss Jane, don't cry,' said Bessie, as she finished. She might as well have said to the fire, 'Don't burn!' but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey?”

“I was at once content and stimulated with what I saw: I liked what I had seen, and wished to see more. Yet, for a long time, I treated you distantly, and sought your company rarely. I was an intellectual epicure, and wished to prolong the gratification of making this novel and piquant acquaintance: besides, I was for a while troubled with a haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade-the sweet charm of freshness would leave it. I did not then know that it was no transitory blossom; but rather the radiant resemblance of one, cut in an indestructible gem.”

“Then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source I cannot tell.”

“I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.”

“...it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.”

“I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder. I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express”

“she is in a world of private dreams , not here with us !”