Women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restating, too absurd a stagnation, precisely as men would
I was tossed in a buoyant but unique sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy...- a sense would resist delirium; judgement would warn passion"
He stoodbetweenme and everythought of religion, as an eclipseintervenesbetweenman and the broadsun. I couldnot, in thosedays, see God for thiscreature: of whom I had made an Idol.
I wrestled with myownresolution;... Conscience, turnedtyrant, held Passion by the throat;... With that armofiron he would thrustherdown to unsoundeddepthsofagony.
JaneleavesThornfield - battles with passion and reason.
Forced to keep the fore of my naturecontinuallylow. to compel it to burninwardly and neverutter a cry, though the imprisonedflameconsumedvital after vital.
Metaphor for Jane'ssuffering if she married StJohn
"Jane! Jane! Jane! [...] wait for me! Oh I will come! I flew to the door and looked into the passage. It was dark. I ran into the garden: it was void."