Jane Eyre

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me. Read it once and stood up straighter.

Plain, poor, obscure and small, and the strongest voice in the house.

The red room taught her fear teaches compliance. She unlearned it in public.

Helen Burns forgave everything and died. Jane forgot nothing and lived.

Do you think I am an automaton? The chapter where she stops being reasonable.

Rochester's attic was loaded with the past. Everyone has one; the book insists you open yours.

Reader, I married him, she chose the verb. Four hundred pages of earning that subject.

St. John offered purpose without love. Jane wanted both and took neither on discount.

She left with twenty shillings and her spine. Independence has a price list.

The chestnut tree split the night they got engaged. Even the weather filed an objection.