Do you think,because I am poor,obscure,plain,and little,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!
[译文] 你以为我穷，低微，不漂亮，我就没有灵魂没有心吗？你想错了!我和你一样有灵魂，有一颗完整的心！要是上帝赐予我一点姿色和充足的财富，我会使你难以离开我就如同我现在难以离开你一样，我现在不是依据习俗、常规，甚至也不是通过血肉之躯同你说话，而是我的灵魂同你的灵魂在对话，就仿佛我们两人穿过坟墓，站在上帝脚下，彼此平等——本来就如此！”
没带钥匙又被寝室锁在外面了，就拿莹莹的电脑玩，看了这部电影！
我有习惯，看一部电影，就想把里面富有哲理的对白什么的给找出来贴在博客上。呵呵，以前的时候看过书没什么感觉或许是因为自己的阅历太少吧。虽然电影跟小说有点差距，可自己还是被感动的稀里哗啦！
他们之间的爱太伟大！看到罗切斯特求婚时候说的话，用的比喻啊，什么的都特好！把那种细腻的感觉描写的生动真实！
罗切斯特先生：
Jane,Jane,
简，简，
strange,
真奇怪，
It's almost 。。。.
这好象是上天安排的，
I love as my own flesh,
我觉得你好象和我心血相连，
简:
Don't mock.
别开玩笑了。
罗切斯特先生：
What love have I for Branch?
我和布兰奇完了。
Now I want you,
现在我要你，
Jane,quickly say,
简，快说，
say "I'll marry you."
说：我要嫁给你。
say
说
简：
I can't see your face,
我看不见你的脸。
罗切斯特先生：
say,quickly,
说，快说。
say:Edward,I'll marry you.
说：爱德华，我要嫁给你。
简：
Edward,I'll marry you.
爱德华，我要嫁给你。
罗切斯特先生：
God ,pardon me.
上帝，原谅我。
简：“格雷斯.布究竟是谁？你为什么总留着她？”
罗彻斯特：“我别无办法。”
简：“我怎么会呢？”
罗彻斯特：“你忍耐一会儿，别逼着我回答。我……我现在多么依赖你。哎， 该怎么办？简，有这么一个例子：有一个年青人，他从小被宠坏了，他犯下了一个极大的错误，不是罪恶，是错误！它的后果是可怕的。唯一的逃避是逍遥在外， 寻欢作乐！后来他遇见一个女人——一个二十年里他从未见过的高尚女人，他重新找到了生活的机会！可是世故人情阻碍了他。那个女人能无视这些吗？”
简：“你在说自己？罗彻斯特先生！每个人以自己的行为向上帝负责，不能要求别人承担自己的命运，更不能要求英格拉姆小姐。”
罗彻斯特：“唉，你不觉得我娶了她，她也可以使我获得完全的新生？”
简：“既然你问我，我想不会！”
罗彻斯特：“你不喜欢她，说实话吧！”
简：“我想她对你不合适！”
罗彻斯特：“啊哈！那么自信！那么谁合适？你有没有什么人可以值得推荐？ 哼！……哎！你在这儿已经住惯了。”
简：“我在这儿很快活。”
罗彻斯特：“你舍得离开这儿吗？”
简：“离开这儿？”
罗彻斯特：“结婚后，我不住这儿。”
简：“当然，阿黛尔可以上学，我可以另找个事。……我要进去了，我冷！”
罗彻斯特：“简！”
简：“让我走吧！”
罗彻斯特：“等等！”
简：“让我走，让我走！”
罗彻斯特：“简！”
简：“你为什么要跟我讲这些！她跟你与我无关！你以为我穷，不好看，就 没有感情吗？我也会的，如果上帝赋予我财富和美貌，我一定使你难于离开我！ 就象现在我难于离开你！上帝没有这样！我们的精神是同等的！就如同你跟我经 过坟墓，将同样站在上帝面前！”
罗彻斯特：“简！”
简：“让我走吧！”
罗彻斯特：“我爱你！我爱你！”
简：“不，别拿我取笑了！”
罗彻斯特：“取笑你？不，我要你！布兰奇算什么？我要她，不过是她父亲 有开垦土地的本钱。嫁给我，简，说你嫁我！”
简：“是真的吗？”
罗彻斯特：“哎，你的怀疑折磨着我。答应吧！答应吧！上帝饶恕我！别让任何人干扰我！她是我的！我的！”
你以为我会无足轻重的留在这里吗？你以为我是一架没有感情的机器人吗？你以为我贫穷、低微、不美、缈小，我就没有灵魂，没有心吗？你想错了，我和你有样多的灵魂，一样充实的心。如果上帝赐予我一点美，许多钱，我就要你难以离开我，就象我现在难以离开你一样。我现在不是以社会生活和习俗的准则和你说话，而是我的心灵同你的心灵讲话。
1、 我在控诉和恐吓里德太太时，内心恰如一片点燃了的荒野，火光闪烁，来势凶猛，但经过半小时的沉默和反思，深感自己行为的疯狂和自己恨人又被人嫉恨的处境的悲凉时，我内心的这片荒地，便已灰飞烟灭，留下的只有黑色的焦土了。
2、 要是我，巴不得地球会裂开，把我吞下去。
3、 暴力不是消除仇恨的最好办法——同样，报复也绝对医治不了伤害。
4、 在罗沃德度过的一个季度，仿佛是一个时代，而且并不是黄金时代
5、 可惜布罗克赫斯特先生没有能看到，要不然他也许会感受到，他纵然可以摆布杯盘的外表，但其内部，却远非他所想的那样可以随意干涉了。
6、 人的天性就是这样的不完美！即使是最明亮的行星也有这类黑斑，而斯卡查德小姐这样的眼睛只能看到细微的缺陷，却对星球的万丈光芒视而不见。
7、 荒凉不堪岩石嶙峋的边界之内，仿佛是囚禁地，是放逐的极限。
8、 而如今我觉得这很不够。一个下午之间，我对八年的常规生活突然感到厌倦了，我憧憬自由，我渴望自由，我为自由作了一个祷告，这祈祷似乎被驱散，融入了微风之中。我放弃了祈祷，设想了一个更谦卑的祈求，祈求变化，祈求刺激。而这恳求似乎也被吹进了浩茫的宇宙。“那么”，我近乎绝望地叫道，“至少赐予我一种新的苦役吧！”
9、 由于这改变了的环境，这充满希望的新天地，我的各种官能都复活了，变得异常活跃。但它们究 竟期望着什么，我一时也说不清楚，反正是某种令人愉快的东西，也许那东西不是降临在这一天，或是这个月，而是在不确定的未来。
10、随后，我渴望自己具有超越那极限的视力，以便使我的目光抵达繁华的世界，抵达那些我曾有所闻，却从未目睹过的生气勃勃的城镇和地区。
11、但冬日最大的愉悦，却在于极度的幽静和光秃秃的树木所透出的安宁。
12、月亮庄严地大步迈向天空，离开原先躲藏的山顶背后，将山峦远远地抛在下面，仿佛还在翘首仰望，一心要到达黑如子夜、深远莫测的天顶。那些闪烁着的繁星尾随其后，我望着它们不觉心儿打颤，热血沸腾。一些小事往往又把我们拉回人间。大厅里的钟己经敲响，这就够了。我从月亮和星星那儿掉过头来，打开边门，走了进去。
13、“我不过是提醒一下你自己的话，先生。你说错误带来悔恨，而你又说悔恨是生活的毒药。”
14、“你是凡人，所以难免出错。” 简爱说：
15、罗沃德的束缚，至今仍在你身上留下某些印迹，控制着你的神态，压抑着你的嗓音，捆绑着你的手脚，所以你害怕在一个男人，一位兄长——或者父亲、或者主人，随你怎么说——面前开怀大笑，害怕说话太随便，害怕动作太迅速，不过到时候，我想你会学着同我自然一些的，就像觉得要我按照陋习来对待你是不可能的，到那时，你的神态和动作会比现在所敢于流露的更富有生气、更多姿多彩。我透过木条紧固的鸟笼，不时观察着一只颇念新奇的鸟，笼子里是一个活跃、不安、不屈不挠的囚徒，一旦获得自由，它一定会高飞云端。你还是执意要走？”
16、“我喜欢今天这样的日子，喜欢铁灰色的天空，喜欢严寒中庄严肃穆的世界，喜欢桑菲尔德，喜欢它的古色古香，它的旷远幽静，它乌鸦栖息的老树和荆棘，它灰色的正面，它映出灰色苍穹的一排排黛色窗户。可是在漫长的岁月里，我一想到它就觉得厌恶，像躲避瘟疫滋生地一样避之不迭：就是现在我依然多么讨厌——”
17、当我复又独处时，我细想了听到的情况，窥视了我的心灵，审察了我的思想和情感，努力用一双严厉的手，把那些在无边无际、无路可循的想象荒野上徘徊的一切，纳入常识的可靠规范之中。
18、世上还不曾有过比简.爱更大的傻瓜，还没有一个更异想天开的白痴，那么轻信甜蜜的谎言、把毒药当作美酒吞下。
19、像一个渴得快死的人所体会到的欢乐，明知道自己爬近的泉水已经下了毒，却偏要俯身去喝那圣水
20如果上帝赐予我财富和美貌，我会使你难以离开我，就像现在我难以离开你。上帝没有这么做，而我们的灵魂是平等的，就仿佛我们两人穿过坟墓，站在上帝脚下，彼此平等—本来就如此！
THERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question. I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group; saying, 'She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation, that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner- something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were- she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy, little children.'
'What does Bessie say I have done?' I asked.
'Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.'
A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement. Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast. I returned to my book- Bewick's History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of 'the solitary rocks and promontories' by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape- 'Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.'Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with 'the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space,- that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold.' Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive. The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.
1.简爱对里德太太说：i do not deceive people! if i told lies, i would say i loved you! but i don't, i hate you! i will never call you aunt again as long as i live.
2.简在洛伍德与海伦的对话：
"i am happy, jane”helen continued.
"you mustn't cry. by dying young, i'll avoid suffering. i am going to heaven.'
"does heaven really exist?'jane asked.
"yes, i'm sure of it. i'm sure our souls go there when we die,'she answered firmly.
"will i see you again ,helen, when i die?'
"yes, you will to to heaven too,jane.'
3.简与罗的第一次对话：
”are you hurt, sir? can i do anthing?'jane asked.
"just stand back.'(好简短的回答，好深刻的印像．这就是罗切斯特．）
4．没时间了，我要去看日语了，今天的功课还没完成呢，这真是的是我喜欢的话题，i have to go!
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