jane eyre, on helen burns

  • “what a smile! i remember it now, and i know that it was the effluence of fine intellect, of true courage; it lit up her marked lineaments, her sunken gray eye, like a reflection from the aspect of an angel.”
  • “resting my head on helen’s shoulder, i put my arms round her waist; she drew me to her, and we reposed in silence.”
  • “first, they glowed in the bright tint of her cheek, which till this hour i had never seen but pale and bloodless; then they shone in the liquid lustre of her eyes, which had suddenly acquired a beauty more singular than that of miss temple’s – a beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance. then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source i cannot tell; has a girl of fourteen a heart large enough, vigorous enough to hold the swelling spring of pure, full, fervid eloquence?”

jane eyre, on blanche ingram

  • “blanche was moulded like a dian. i regarded her, of course, with special interest.”
  • “the noble bust, the sloping shoulders, the graceful neck, the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there”
  • “she was the very type of majesty: then she was accomplished, sprightly. most gentlemen would admire her, i thought”

jane eyre, on mary and diana rivers

  • “both were fair complexioned and slenderly made; both possessed faces full of distinction and intelligence.”
  • “diana had a voice toned, to my ear, like the cooing of a dove. she possessed eyes whose gaze i delighted to encounter. her whole face seemed to me full of charm. mary’s countenance was equally intelligent – her features equally pretty”

jane eyre, on rosamond oliver

  • “perfect beauty is a strong expression, but i do not retract or qualify it: as sweet features as ever the temperate clime of albion moulded, as pure hues of rose and lily as ever her humid gales and vapoury skies generated and screened, justified, in this instance, the term. no charm was wanting, no defect was perceptible; the young girl had regular and delicate lineaments; eyes shaped and coloured as we see them in lovely pictures, large, and dark, and full; the long and shadowy eyelash which encircles a fine eye with so soft a fascination; the pencilled brow which gives such clearness; the white, smooth forehead, which adds such repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray; the cheek oval, fresh, and smooth; the lips, fresh too, ruddy, healthy, sweetly formed; the even and gleaming teeth without flaw; the small dimpled chin; the ornament of rich, plenteous tresses – all advantages, in short, which, combined, realised the ideal of beauty, were fully hers. i wondered, as i looked at this fair creature: i admired her with my whole heart.”

jane eyre, on edward rochester, the “love of her life”

  • “the incident had occurred and was gone for me: it was an incident of no moment, no romance, no interest in a sense”
  • “i knew my traveller, with his broad and jetty eyebrows, his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair. i recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, i thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw – yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.” 
  • ’you examine me, miss eyre,’ said he: ‘do you think me handsome?’ i should, if i had deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before i was aware, ‘no, sir.’

Jane Eyre Month - Favorite Male Character: Edward Fairfax Rochester

“Nature meant me to be, on the whole, a good man, Miss Eyre: one of the better kind, and you see I am not so. […] Then take my word for it, — I am not a villain: you are not to suppose that — not to attribute to me any such bad eminence; but owing, I verily believe, rather to circumstances than to my natural bent, I am a trite common-place sinner, hackneyed in all the poor petty dissipations with which the rich and worthless try to put on life.”

Anne: episode titles

Anne’s episode titles have been quotes from Jane Eyre. Most of them from Chapters 22 and 23 when Jane returns to Thornfield and Mr. Rochester proposes. I wanted to look more closely at them and share!

1: Your Will Shall Decide Your Destiny

              “And your will shall decide your destiny,“ he said: "I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions.” Mr. Rochester to Jane – Chapter 23

 2: I Am No Bird, and No Net Ensnares Me

               “I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” Jane to Mr. Rochester – Chapter 23

 3: But What is So Headstrong as Youth

               But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience? These affirmed that it was pleasure enough to have the privilege of again looking on Mr. Rochester, whether he looked on me or not; and they added — “Hasten! hasten! be with him while you may: but a few more days or weeks, at most, and you are parted from him forever!” And then I strangled a new-born agony — a deformed thing which I could not persuade myself to own and rear — and ran on. Jane – Chapter 22

 4: An Inward Treasure Born

               “I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.” Jane – Chapter 19

 5: Tightly Knotted to a Similar String

               “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I’m afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I’d take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.” Mr. Rochester to Jane – Chapter 23

 6: Remorse Is The Poison of Life

               "Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre: remorse is the poison of life.“ "Repentance is said to be its cure, sir.” Mr. Rochester and Jane – Chapter 14

 7: Wherever You Are Is My Home

               "Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you; and wherever you are is my home, my only home.“ Jane to Mr. Rochester – Chapter 22

Rochester: You’re afraid of me?

Jane: I’m not afraid. I’ve simply no wish to talk nonsense.

Rochester: Do you never laugh Miss Eyre? Only rarely perhaps. But you’re not naturally austere any more than I am naturally vicious. I can see in you the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage. A vivid, restless captive. Were it put free, it would soar cloud high


Jane Eyre Month - Favorite Quote (4/4)

“Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre? Don’t trouble yourself to answer — I see you laugh rarely; but you can laugh very merrily: believe me, you are not naturally austere, any more than I am naturally vicious. The Lowood constraint still clings to you somewhat; controlling your features, muffling your voice, and restricting your limbs; and you fear in the presence of a man and a brother — or father, or master, or what you will — to smile too gaily, speak too freely, or move too quickly: but, in time, I think you will learn to be natural with me, as I find it impossible to be conventional with you; and then your looks and movements will have more vivacity and variety than they dare offer now. I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.“

anonymous asked:

How do you think Jane Eyre might have gone differently if it took place in the 1920's/1930's opposed to Victorian times?

First of all, I love you.  I have been obsessing over this question for more than 24 hours and I think I could spend a year doing nothing but research on this subject.  I want to write a novel on this idea.  I also want to write AU Jane in the style of Raymond Chandler, but maybe from Rochester’s POV?  

“A chill settled over the room as Blanche stolled in, her nose set up just high enough to make sure everyone around her knew of their inferiority.  We’d be needing extra logs in the drawing room fire tonight if the blue of her eyes was any indication.  Thoughts of fire drew my attention to the corner of the room and the girl woman Jane.  She was doing her best to vanish into the wallpaper, sitting as still as a statue I’d seen once in Paris.  She didn’t understand that it was impossible for her to escape my notice.  A room full of dames like Blanche couldn’t compare to just a moment’s look from Jane.  She’d thaw the ice that was my heart if I wasn’t careful.”

But that’s not the answer to your question, which I’m going to try and answer without writing a novel about what the novel would be about.

I’m going to narrow the timeline down a little, and say the early thirties.  Some of the answers would be the same for the twenties, but there’s one major factor that had me picking the early 1930s.  And that’s World War 1, which is one factor that would have changed a lot of things post Victorian Era.  Honestly having the story happen just post WW1 makes a lot of things tricky to figure out, but in the early 30s WW1 would have been over for 15ish years.  15 years ago Rochester would have been about 25.  It would fit in well with the narrative, to imagine that a young Rochester’s father and brother would have talked him into taking a commision in the military when he was about 21.  To make his fortune and find his glory on the battlefield.  And for Rochester to be haunted and bitter about the war.  To have him seek something to make him forget, first in marrying Bertha, and then in a series of affairs including Celine.  I would make Mason a fellow soldier, and it’s as much his duty to Mason as it is his guilt that makes him keep Bertha.  Asylums also haven’t improved that much and a private nurse is still kinder.

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Sometimes, when their adventures haven’t turned dangerous, Clara gets tired of people asking for the Doctor’s name and just starts making stuff up.

Doctor Who?

“Doctor Frankenstein”

“Doctor Elizabeth Cummings”

“Doctor James Potter”

“Doctor Rochester.” “Really, Clara?”  “What, she based him off you.”  “Sure, Miss Eyre.”

“Doctor Nicholas Worthby”

“Doctor Christopher Foyle”

“Doctor Emily Deschanel.” “Emily?”  “Yes, it’s unfortunate.”

You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you - and you may mark my words - you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life’s stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current - as I am now.
—  Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë.

ravenslunas  asked:

Bellarke + 7:)

Bellarke + Fake Relationship AU [My new fav, btw. Also this might be lightly inspired by The Proposal. All mistakes are mine]

She loved her job, truly she did. 

She didn’t however love her boss, Bellamy fucking Blake. He tested her patience and he always without a doubt pissed her the fuck off. However, despite these things, she couldn’t really afford to loose her job (her really fucking underpaid job at that). 

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