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My favourite female fictional characters:
Jane Eyre
Jane Eyre is proud, and therefore she is ungrateful too. It pleased God to make her an orphan, friendless, and penniless—yet she thanks nobody, and least of all Him, for the food and raiment, the friends, companions, and instructors of her helpless youth… On the contrary, she looks upon all that has been done for her not only as her undoubted right, but as falling far short of it.
- Quarterly Review (December 1848)
ladies from books » jane eyre by charlotte brontë
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
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Charlotte Bronte: A Passionate Life, Lyndall Gorndon, p314 (via fycharlottebronte)
165 years ago, on October 16, 1847, Jane Eyre was first published by Smith, Elder & Co. of London, England, under the pen name “Currer Bell.
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Charlotte Bronte, in a letter to William S. Williams (via bloodygoodquotes)
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte (via meeshmatched)
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His face was very much agitated and very much flushed, and there were strong workings in the features, and strange gleams in the eyes.
“Oh, Jane, you torture me!” he exclaimed. “With that searching and yet faithful and generous look, you torture me!”
“How can I do that? If you are true, and your offer real, my only feelings to you must be gratitude and devotion—they cannot torture.”
“Gratitude!” he ejaculated; and added wildly—“Jane accept me quickly. Say, Edward—give me my name—Edward—I will marry you.”
“Are you in earnest? Do you truly love me? Do you sincerely wish me to be your wife?”
“I do; and if an oath is necessary to satisfy you, I swear it.”
“Then, sir, I will marry you.”
“Edward—my little wife!”
“Dear Edward!”
“Come to me—come to me entirely now,” said he; and added, in his deepest tone, speaking in my ear as his cheek was laid on mine, “Make my happiness—I will make yours.”
“God pardon me!” he subjoined ere long; “and man meddle not with me: I have her, and will hold her.”
“There is no one to meddle, sir. I have no kindred to interfere.”
“No—that is the best of it,” he said. And if I had loved him less
Charlotte Brontë’s fair copy of Jane Eyre, written out by hand between 16-19 March 1847 to be sent for publication.
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Jane Eyre (via inkspotteddreams)