Цитаты из книг автора «Шарлотта Бронте»

– Нет, Джейн, нет, земная жизнь дана вовсе не для наслаждения, не пытайтесь сделать ее такой; и не для отдыха, – не предавайтесь лени

Нет, Джейн, нет, земная жизнь дана вовсе не для нас

Мы родились, чтобы терпеть и страдать: вы так же, как и я. Смиритесь! Вы забудете меня раньше, чем я вас.

И безумна та женщина, которая позволяет тайной любви разгореться в своем сердце, ибо эта любовь, неразделенная и безвестная, должна сжечь душу, вскормившую ее; а если бы даже любовь была обнаружена и разделена, она, подобно блуждающему огоньку, заведет тебя в глубокую трясину, откуда нет выхода.

Некрасивая женщина – это просто оскорбление природе. От мужчин же требуется только одно – сила и решительность. Пусть их девизом будет охота, стрельба, война, – все остальное вздор. Будь я мужчиной, мой девиз был бы именно таков.

‘What more have you to say?’ she asked, rather in the tone in which a person might address an opponent of adult age than such as is ordinarily used to a child.

bell; illness never came near her; she was an exact, clever manager, her household and tenantry were thoroughly under her control; her children only, at times defied her authority and laughed it to scorn; she dressed well, and had a presence and port calculated to set off handsome attire.

Mrs. Reed might be at that time some six or seven and thirty; she was a woman of robust frame, square-shouldered and strong-limbed, not tall, and, though stout, not obese; she had a somewhat large face, the under jaw being much developed and very solid; her brow was low, her chin large and prominent, mouth and nose sufficiently regular; under her light eyebrows glimmered an eye devoid of truth; her skin was dark and opaque, her hair nearly flaxen; her constitution was sound as a

‘Your name, little girl?’ ‘Jane Eyre, sir.’ In uttering these words I looked up; he seemed to me a tall gentleman, but then I was very little; his features were large, and they and all the lines of his frame were equally harsh and prim.

‘I never cried for such a thing in my life: I hate going out in the carriage. I cry because I am miserable.’