Цитаты из книг автора «Шарлотта Бронте»

Сент-Джон уселся, положил портрет перед собой на стол и, подперев голову руками, любовно склонился над ним. Я заметила, что он не сердится на мою дерзость и не шокирован ею. Более того, я обнаружила, что беседовать так откровенно на тему, которой он даже не считал возможным касаться, слышать, что о ней говорят так свободно, – скорее нравится ему и даже доставляет неожиданное облегчение. Замкнутые люди нередко больше нуждаются в откровенном обсуждении своих чувств, чем люди несдержанные. Самый суровый стоик все-таки человек, и вторгнуться смело и доброжелательно в «безмолвное море» его души – значит нередко оказать ему величайшую услугу.

After a while, I came past a little farmhouse, and saw a man sitting outside the door, having his supper. Next to him on a little table were half a loaf of bread and a block of cheese. By now, I was so hungry I could not stop myself. I leaned over the wall and called: “Please will you give me a piece of your bread, sir? I’m very hungry.”

if anyone in this village is looking for domestic help, or a governess?” “I couldn’t say, Miss.”

As I walked down the main street, I knew I looked like a respectable lady, with my nice dress, bonnet and shawl. But hunger gnawed away at my insides, and I had not a penny to my name. In truth, I was no more than a poor vagrant. If I wanted food, I would have to beg for it.

But I was alive, and I had to find myself work of some kind. So I stood up, put on my shawl and bonnet, and tramped back to the road. I did not look at the signpost again. Instead, I simply chose the road that led away from the sun, so that it would not shine into my eyes, and walked and walked.

I was leaving my home and the man I still loved passionately.

Over and over he begged me to stay with him, to comfort him, to be with him forever – and I longed to say yes. But I could not. My trust in him had been ruined.

I have another house, called Ferndean, to live in.” “Then take Adèle with you when you go,” I said, sobbing. “You’ll need the company.” “But you will come with me, Jane, won’t you? We’ll live there together.” “No, I will not. I love you, but I cannot live with you while you have a wife. I will not be a mistress.”

I knew I was the same person I had been an hour ago; but my future was gone. My life was changed forever. There was still love for Mr. Rochester in my heart, but it was like a sick child, or a cold, trembling animal that could not be revived. I could no longer trust him, and I must go away from him – that much I was sure of. How, where, what I would do I did not know, but I could not stay here. I was, as I had always really been, alone. And there was no one to help me.

“Your uncle is a friend of Mr. Mason. When he received your letter, he told Mr. Mason about the wedding. They realized what was going on, and Mason came to intervene. We arrived just in time.”