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Fifty Book Recommendations [3/50] Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. 

Sono la vita di mio marito, come egli è la mia. Nessuna donna è mai stata più vicina al suo compagno di quanto lo sono io, nessuna è stata più completamente di me la carne della sua carne, il sangue del suo sangue. Non sono mai stanca della compagnia di Edward, né egli della mia, come non si può esserlo dei battiti del proprio cuore, e perciò siamo continuamente insieme. Essere insieme equivale per noi a sentirsi al tempo stesso liberi come in solitudine e lieti come in compagnia. Parliamo, credo, tutto il giorno; e parlare tra noi non è altro che un modo più animato e percepibile di pensare. Io ripongo in lui tutta la mia fiducia, ed egli ha riposto in me tutta la sua; i nostri caratteri sono fatti l'uno per l'altro e ne risulta un accordo perfetto.
—  Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all their own way: they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse. When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should — so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
—  Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
—  Jean Rhys - Wide Sargasso Sea