i love jane eyre but honestly imagine being friends with that bitch. like imagine trying to convince her to leave rochester and she’s like idk and you’re like he called u ugly???? he keeps his secret wife locked in the attic???? wake up???? and then you think she finally has it sorted out and she calls you a few months later like “his wife killed herself and burned down the house so it’s cool we’re getting married” like !!!!!!!!!!!! HOW DO YOU GO TO THAT WEDDING!!!!!!
#that’s just a normal friendship with a straight girl honestly [x]
i’m cRYING,,,
Tag: jane eyre
It agitates me to pain that the skyline over there is ever our limit. I long sometimes for a power of vision that would overpass it. If I could behold all I imagine.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.
‘The flame flickers in the eye; the eye shines like dew; it looks soft and full of feeling; it smiles at my jargon: it is susceptible; impression follows impression through its clear sphere; where it ceases to smile, it is sad; an unconscious lassitude weighs on the lid: that signifies melancholy resulting from loneliness. It turns from me; it will not suffer farther scrutiny; it seems to deny, by a mocking glance, the truth of the discoveries I have already made,–to disown the charge both of sensibility and chagrin: its pride and reserve only confirm me in my opinion. The eye is favourable.’
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via janeeyrequotes)
jane eyre by charlotte brontë, 1847.
I saw Mr. Rochester smile:–his stern features softened; his eye grew both brilliant and gentle, its ray both searching and sweet.
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via janeeyrequotes)
awaken then.
literature | jane eyre
‘I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself’
Mia Wasikowska in Jane Eyre – 2011
‘You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience; your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall awaken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you–and you may mark my words–you will come some day to a craggy pass of the channel, where the whole of life’s stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master wave into a calmer current–as I am now.’
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (via janeeyrequotes)
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