Jane? Jane Eyre is a famous British woman writer Charlotte? Bronte's masterpiece, it is widely believed that Jane? Love is Charlotte? Bronte's poetic portrayal of life is an autobiographical work. Tell the story of an English woman who became an orphan from childhood, constantly pursued freedom and dignity, persisted in herself, and finally got happiness through various hardships. The novel shows the ups and downs of the love experience of the hero and heroine, praises getting rid of all old customs and prejudices, and successfully shapes a female image who dares to resist and strive for freedom and equal status.

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Life is too short to hold grudges. Everyone makes mistakes in life, but we will die soon. Our sins will disappear with our bodies, leaving only the spark of spirit. That's why I never want revenge and never think that life is unfair. I live a quiet life, waiting for the end.

I am angry and jealous. But when I saw the elegant little man (I knew him and despised him) and heard their heartless and frivolous conversation, my anger went out. Jealousy has vanished. Because such a woman doesn't deserve my love, and such a rival in love doesn't deserve my hate.

I can't control my eyes and can't help seeing him, just like a thirsty man who wants to drink water even though he knows it is poisonous. I didn't intend to love him, and I tried to nip the bud of love, but when I saw him again, my love came back to life.

I used to love Mr. Rochester so much that I almost regarded him as God. Although I don't think he is evil now. But can I trust him again? Can you go back to him? I know I have to leave him. To me, he is not what he used to be. He is not the man I imagined. My love has been lost. Hope is shattered, lying in bed in a daze, just want to die. Darkness slowly surrounded me.

If God endows me with wealth and beauty, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now. But god didn't arrange it this way. But our spirits are equal. Just like you and I walked through the grave and stood before God as equals.

6. Being loved by your peers and feeling that your arrival can add a joy to them, there is nothing happier than this.

7. I should hate those people who always hate me no matter how I please them; I should resist those who punish me unfairly. She will soon be detached from the secular wind and rain, and her spirit has struggled to get rid of its material residence. When it is finally free, where will it fly?

8. A man abandoned by fate is always forgotten by his friends.

9. You are cold because you are lonely; No one can touch the fire in your heart. You are sick because the best, noblest and sweetest feelings people have been given are far away from you. You are stupid, because no matter how painful it is, you will not summon that emotion to get close to you, nor will you step forward to meet it where it is waiting for you.

10, if others don't love me, I'd rather die than live. I can't stand loneliness and being hated.

1 1. The supreme hand that created your body and gave it life not only created your weak self or a creature as weak as you, but also provided you with other rescues. In addition to this world, besides human beings, there is an invisible world, a kingdom of gods: the world surrounds us because it is everywhere, and those gods look at us because they are ordered to protect us; If we are dying in pain and shame, contempt and ridicule attack us from all sides, and hatred overwhelm us, then angels will see our suffering and admit our innocence (as long as we are innocent). Only when our spirit and flesh are separated, will God give us a complete reward. So when life ends so soon and death is so certain as the entrance to happiness and glory, why should we be overwhelmed by distress and depression?

12. If a gust of wind or a few drops of rain stop me from doing these easy things, what's the use of such laziness for my planned future?

13, do you think I will stay here for nothing? Do you think I'm a robot without feelings? Do you think that because I am poor, humble, unattractive and unknown, I have no soul and no heart? You are wrong. I have as many souls and as full a heart as you. If God gives me a little beauty and a lot of money, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now. I'm not talking to you according to the rules and customs of social life, but my heart is talking to your heart.

14, violence is not the best way to eliminate hatred. Similarly, revenge can never heal harm.

15, human nature is so imperfect! Even the brightest planet has such black spots. Miss Scatchard's eyes can only see subtle' defects', but she turns a blind eye to the radiant light of the planet.

16, within the rugged boundary of desolate rocks, it seems to be a prison, which is the limit of exile.

17. Because of this changed environment and this promising new world, all my senses are revived and become extremely active. But what do they expect? I can't say at the moment. It's a pleasant thing anyway. Maybe not on this day or this month, but in the uncertain future.

18, the moon strode solemnly to the sky, throwing off the top of the mountain and the distant mountains below, as if still looking up, bent on reaching the dark and unpredictable zenith. Those twinkling stars followed. I looked at them and felt my heart trembling and my blood boiling. Small things often pull us back to this world. The clock in the hall has rung, which is enough. I turned from the moon and the stars, opened the side door and went in.

19, Loward's bondage still left some marks on you, controlling your expression, suppressing your voice and binding your hands and feet, so you dare not laugh in front of a man, a brother or father, or a master, dare not speak too casually, dare not move too fast, but at that time, I think you will learn to be natural with me, just as you think you want to be. Look at a novel bird through a wooden cage from time to time. The cage is an active, restless and indomitable prisoner. Once it is free, it will fly high in the clouds. You still insist on leaving?

20. I like today's day, like the iron-gray sky, like the solemn world in the cold, like Thornfield, like its antique, like its vastness and tranquility, like the thorns of the old tree where its crows live, like its gray front, and like its rows of dark windows reflecting the gray sky. But in the long years, I felt disgusted at the thought of it, avoiding it like a plague breeding ground: even now I still hate it.