Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
Pg 21, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
I live in calm, looking to the end.
Pg 61, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
Pg 72, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
In that sense I do feel apprehensive – I have no wish to talk nonsense.
Pg 149, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts – when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break – at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent – I am ever tender and true.
Pg 281-282, Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte