Rochester：Well,then Jane,call to aid your fancy：suppose you were no longer a girl well reared and disciplined,but a wild boy indulged from childhood upwards;imagine yourself in a remote foreign land; conceive that you there commit a capital error,no matter of what nature or from what motives,but one whose consequences must follow you through life and taint all your existence.Mind,I don't say a CRIME;I am not speaking of shedding of blood or any other guilty act,which might make the perpetrator amenable to the law：my word is ERROR.The results of what you have done become in time to you utterly insupportable;you take measures to obtain relief：unusual measures,but neither unlawful nor culpable.Still you are miserable;for the hope has quitted you on the very confines of life：your sun at noon darkens in an eclipse,which you feel will not leave it till the time of setting.Bitter and base associations have become the sole food of your memory：you wander here and there,seeking rest in exile：happiness in pleasure-I mean in heartless,sensual pleasure-such as dulls intellect and blights feeling.Heart-weary and soul-withered,yu come home after years of voluntary banishment：you make a new acquaintance-how or where no matter：you find in this stranger much of the good and bright qualities which you have sought for twenty years,and never before encountered;and they are all fresh,healthy,without soil and without taint.Such society revives,regenerates; you feel better days come back-higher wishes,purer feelings; you desire to recommence your life,and to spend what remains to you of days in a way more worthy of an immortal being.To attain this end,are you justified in overleaping an obstacle of custom-a mere conventional impediment which neither your conscience sanctifies nor your judgement approves?
The more the more the more I alone, no friends, no support, I will respect myself.
If you can't avoid, you have to go to bear. Can't stand destined to endure things in life, is weak and foolish.
You think I'm going to insignificant here? Do you think I am a robot without feelings? Do you think I am poor, obscure, plain, small mu mesons, I have no soul and no heart? You think wrong, you and I have as much soul and full as much heart. If god give me a little beauty, a lot of money, I will you to leave me, just like I have to leave you. I'm not in the rules of social life and customs to talk with you, but my heart with your heart.
Even if the world hate you, and believe that you are very bad, as long as you keep conscience clear, then know that you are innocent, you won't be without friends.
You think I'm poor and plain, there is no feelings? I swear to you: if god gifted me beauty and wealth, I will let you to leave me, as I have to leave you. God no such arrangements. But our spirit is equal. As I walked through the grave, you equal standing in front of god.
I can't control my eyes, could not help but want to go to see him, like a thirsty man knowing that toxic but also drink water. I originally had no intention of going out to love him, I also tried to put out the bud of love, but when I saw him again, again love the bottom of my heart.
I eager to have their own beyond the limit of vision, so that I arrived in the heart of the world, I had some smell, arrived in those never witnessed the vibrant towns and regions.
Life is too short, should not be used to bear grudges. Living life, who will have mistakes, but we will die soon. Our SINS will be disappeared with our bodies, leaving only the spark of spirit. This is what I never wanted to revenge, and never consider life unfair. Quiet life, I am just waiting for the end of the coming.
Violence is not the best way to eliminate the hatred, also, revenge is also absolutely can't heal damage.
If someone doesn't love me, I would rather die than live - I can't stand loneliness and loathing.
Do you think I'm poor. Not beautiful, no feelings? If god give me beauty and wealth, I will make you to leave me! As I difficult to leave you now!
Solemnly strode towards the sky, the moon left the original hiding behind the top of the mountain, the mountains far below, as if still turned upward, hoping to reach the zenith of black as midnight, far-reaching and unpredictable. The twinkling stars limped, I looked at them unconsciously heart tremble, blood boiling. Little things often drove us back to the earth. The Zhong Ji via sound, in the hall that's enough. I turned from the moon and the stars, opened the door and went inside.
Human nature is not perfect! Even the most bright planets also have this kind of dark spots, and miss, Chad's eyes see only slight defects, but turn a blind eye to radiant light of the planet.
If you can't avoid, that your job is to endure, if you need to bear was predestined, then says he can't stand is weak is silly.
I like today like this, like iron gray the sky, like the solemn in the cold world, like seinfeld, like the antique, its quiet KuangYuan, it crows perched old trees and thorns, it grey positive, it reflected the grey sky rows of black color window. But in the long years, I feel disgust, the thought of it like the plague struck as avoid breeding ground: now how much I still hate.
If blowing wind or dropping a few drops of rain will stop me from doing these things easily, so lazy for me to give the future of his plan for what to prepare?
When I'm alone again, I wanted to hear the case, into my mind, sits on my thoughts and feelings, trying to use a strict hand, put those in endless, there is no way to follow the imagination of the wilderness in the face of all, reliable standard in common sense.
Desolate so within the boundary of the rocky coastlines, asing if is imprisoned, the limit of exile.
Being abandoned by fate, always forgotten by the his friends!
Poverty in adult heart, it is terrible; In the minds of children, it is more frightening. For hard work, a respected poverty, they were not able to understand; They have poor this words only with tattered clothes, not enough food to eat, don't light the fire stove, rough attitude and despicable behavior relates in together.
Not blindly indulged in resentment, narrative doped by caustic and against the far less than in the past, and the attitude of convergence, content is concise, sounded more credible.
I am poor, humble, not beautiful, but when our souls through the grave came to god, we are all equal.
I gave up a prayer, a more humble prayer, pray for change, for stimulation.
Revenge for the first time, I tasted the taste, like drinking. After just one drink, aromatic glycol, but with bitter.
Sometimes between the moments I thought I caught a look, heard a voice, and saw a shape, the dream that I must achieve, but I woke up at once.
Jane：Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you?Do you think I am an automaton?-a machine without feelings?and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips,and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?Do you think,because I am poor,obscure,plain,and littele,I am soulless and heartless?You think wrong!-I have as much soul as you-and full as much heart!And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth,I should have made it as hard for you to leave me,as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom,conventionalities,nor even of mortal flesh：it is my spirit that addresses your spirit;just as if both had passed through the grave,and we stood at God‘s feet,equal-as we are!