...For those trembling stars that followed her course, they made my heart tremble, my veins glow when I viewed them. Little things recall us to earth: the clock struck in the hall; that sufficed; I turned from moon and stars, opened a sided-door, and went in. (查看原文)
And was Mr. Rochester now ugly in my eyes? No, reader: gratitude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made his face the object I best liked to see; his presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire. Yet I had not forgotten his faults: indeed, I could not; for he brought them frequently beofre me. He was proud, sardonic, harsh to inferiority of every description: in my secret soul I knew that his great kindness to me was balanced by unjust severity to many others. He was moody, too; unaccountably so: I more than once, when sent for to read to him, found him sitting in his library alone, with his head bent on his folded arms; and, when he looked up, a morose, almost a malignant scowl, blackened his features. but I believed that his moodiness, his harshness, and ... (查看原文)
I looked( at Mr. Rochester), and had an acute pleasure in looking,- a precious, yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirsty-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless. (查看原文)
-(Jane)When the gestures or looks of a pair seem telling a tale: it amuses me to watch them.
- (Mr. Rochester)What tale do you best like to hear?
-(Jane) Oh, I have not much choice!They generally run on the same theme:courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe-marriage. (查看原文)
Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition. (查看原文)
( Mr. Rochester) Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgement shall till have the last word in every argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind, earthquake-shock and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience. (查看原文)
Superstition was with me at that moment; but it was not yet her hour for complete victory: my blood was still warm; the mood of the revolted slave was still bracing me with its bitter vigor; I had to stem a rapid rush of retrospective thought before I quailed to the dismal present. (查看原文)
