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"‘Are you injured, sir?’ I think he was swearing, but am not certain; however, he was pronouncing some formula which prevented him from replying to me directly."
— "Jane Eyre"; Chapter XII
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Write like the ghosts of all the women in history who weren’t allowed to write are standing right next to you wondering what a laptop is and why you’re still in your pyjamas.
via Lucie Britsch
i love in jane eyre when rochester is like “jane do you think i’m handsome?” and jane’s like “no”
Jane Eyre
Emily Brontë
I’m not sure what school will be like this year but hopefully we won’t be running wild in the woods while our infected classmates die of plague in cramped cots like the school in Jane Eyre
i can’t express how much i hate booktok. it’s all just about tropes now, not even plots or anything. smh go read some actual literature. sylvia plath and charlotte brontë did NOT die for this
Jane Eyre and Mr Rochester facial expressions.
These are beautiful!!
Illustrations by Sophie Margolin for Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre.
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne Gabriela Mistral, from a letter to Doris Dana Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre” Amy Levy, from The Romance of a Shop Florence and the Machine, from “Haunted House”
Young Man Holding a Book ca. 1480 Heart imagery by Andrea Zanatelli
“(…) the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell; it was such a pleasant evening, so serene, so warm; (…)”
— Charlotte Bronte, from Jane Eyre
JANE EYRE (2011) dir. Cary Joji Fukunaga
"I envy you; your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory".
Mr. Rochester to Jane Eyre on 'Jane Eyre' by Charlotte Bronte
"I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself." - Jane Eyre to Edward Rochester
I looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that could never revive. - Jane Eyre
"Self-abandoned, relaxed and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river ... to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength. I lay faint, longing to be dead. One idea only still throbbed life-like within me." - Jane Eyre on Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte