That a greater fool than Jane Eyre had never breathed the breath of life; that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.
Charlotte BronteI both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night. I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye.
Charlotte BronteFor I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
Charlotte Bronte