I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you—especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similair string situated in the corresponding corner of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that chord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion that I should take to bleeding inwardly. - Mr. Rochester. Jane Eyre. Charlotte Bronte. (via queenofthegreyhavens)
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I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered—and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him. - Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte (via ripthepage)
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I wish I had never been born, I wish I’d never come here. I wish I had never grown to love Thornfield. I love Thornfield, I love it because I have lived a full life; I have not been trampled on. I have been treated as an equal! You have treated me as an equal. You are the best person I know and I cannot bare the thought of having to leave you. - Jane Eyre (Mr Rochester’s Proposal, BBC Adaption 2006)
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