Jane Eyre Bertha Quotes & Sayings

Having the opportunity to choose is no blessing if we feel we do not have the wherewithal to choose wisely. — Barry Schwartz

I have a big thing about needing to know that I belong - in my group of friends, in my family, in my industry. — Jenny Slate

An outree explanation, violating all our preconceptions, would never pass for a true account of a novelty. We should scratch round industriously till we found something less excentric. — William James

The warrior instinct comes in, the heart, determination, the will to win. Even though you're rocked you still have to fight hard, to come back. — Timothy Bradley

Romantic people are not supposed to laugh, I know that much from looking at the pictures. — Margaret Atwood

Writing is like having sex. The people who never shut up about doing it are usually the ones who don't know what the hell they're doing. — Greg Sisco

When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed. — Franz Kafka

Further up and further in — C.S. Lewis

To teach is to learn twice. — Joseph Joubert

Truth is self-evident, nonviolence is its maturest fruit. It is contained in truth, but is not self-evident. — Mahatma Gandhi

Alas I have quarreled so dreadfully with Charles that I am obliged to seek refuge at Lacy Manor!" She said mournfully.
"And have doubtless left a note behind you to inform him of this!"
"Of course!"
"I foresee a happy meeting!" he commented bitterly.
"That," she acknowledged, "was the difficulty! But I think I can overcome it. I promise you, Charlbury, you shall come out of it with a whole skin - sell, no, perhaps not quite that, but very nearly! — Georgette Heyer

From childhood my mother had me examining Robert Mapplethorpe's style and Egon Schiele's framing - that's what modelling is about. — Milla Jovovich

Spontaneity is being present in the present. — Wei Wu Wei

Yeah, I'm a thrill seeker, but crikey, education's the most important thing. — Steve Irwin

Reader, I married him.

It turned out the sounds I heard coming from the attic weren't the screams of Mr Rochester's mad wife Bertha. It wasn't the wife who burned to death in the fire that destroyed Thornfield Hall and blinded my future husband when he tried to save her.
After we'd first got engaged, he'd had to admit that he was already married, and we'd broken off our engagement. He'd asked me to run away with him anyway. Naturally, I'd refused.
But later, after we were properly married, he insisted that it hadn't happened that way. It turned out there had been no wife. It turned out that it had been a parrot, screaming in the attic. The parrot had belonged to his wife. She had got it in the islands, where she had also contracted the tropical fever that killed her. She'd died long before I came to work for him as a governess. That was never Bertha, in the attic. — Francine Prose