Jane Eyre
Important Quotations Explained
1. I
am glad you are no relation of mine. I will never call you aunt
again as long as I live. I will never come to visit you when I am
grown up; and if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you treated
me, I will say the very thought of you makes me sick, and that you
treated me with miserable cruelty. . . . You think I have no feelings,
and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot
live so: and you have no pity. I shall remember how you thrust me
back . . . into the red-room. . . . And that punishment you made
me suffer because your wicked boy struck me—knocked me down for
nothing. I will tell anybody who asks me questions this exact tale.
’Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult,
with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt. It
seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled
out into unhoped-for liberty. . . .
2. Feeling
. . . clamoured wildly. “Oh, comply!” it said. “. . . soothe him;
save him; love him; tell him you love him and will be his. Who in
the world cares for you? or who will be injured by what you do?”
Still indomitable was the reply: “I care for myself. The more solitary,
the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will
respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by
man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane,
and not mad—as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when
there is no temptation. . . . They have a worth—so I have always
believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane—quite
insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster
than I can count its throbs.”
3. “Shall
I?” I said briefly; and I looked at his features, beautiful in their
harmony, but strangely formidable in their still severity; at his
brow, commanding, but not open; at his eyes, bright and deep and
searching, but never soft; at his tall imposing figure; and fancied
myself in idea his wife. Oh! it would never do! As his curate, his
comrade, all would be right: I would cross oceans with him in that
capacity; toil under Eastern suns, in Asian deserts with him in
that office; admire and emulate his courage and devotion and vigour: accommodate
quietly to his masterhood; smile undisturbed at his ineradicable
ambition. . . . I should suffer often, no doubt, attached to him
only in this capacity: my body would be under a rather stringent
yoke, but my heart and mind would be free. I should still have my
unblighted self to turn to: my natural unenslaved feelings with
which to communicate in moments of loneliness. There would be recesses
in my mind which would be only mine, to which he never came; and
sentiments growing there, fresh and sheltered, which his austerity
could never blight, nor his measured warrior-march trample down:
but as his wife—at his side always, and always restrained, and always checked—forced
to keep the fire of my nature continually low, to compel it to burn
inwardly and never utter a cry, though the imprisoned flame consumed
vital after vital—this would be unendurable.
4. I
could not help it; the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated
me to pain sometimes. Then my sole relief was to walk along the
corridor of the third story, backwards and forwards, safe in the
silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind’s eye to dwell
on whatever bright visions rose before it—and, certainly, they were
many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement
. . . and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was
never ended—a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously;
quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired
and had not in my actual existence. It is in vain to say human beings
ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and
they will make it if they cannot find it. Millions are condemned
to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against
their lot. Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions
ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Women are supposed
to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they
need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts
as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint,
too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it
is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say
that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings,
to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless
to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn
more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
5. I
have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely
for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely
blest—blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s
life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate
than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone, and flesh of his
flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward’s society: he knows none
of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart
that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together.
To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as
gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to
each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All my
confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to
me; we are precisely suited in character—perfect concord is the
result.







