Author: Charlotte Brontë

Cited by

• Anna Jarzab (1)
  • IN: Tether (2015) Fiction, Science Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Wherever you are is my home -- my only home."
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Edward Carey (1)
  • IN: Lungdon (2015) Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?
    FROM: NULL, (1853), NULL, UK
• Lena Coakley (1)
  • IN: Worlds of Ink and Shadow (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Are there wicked things, not human, which envy human bliss?
    FROM: Villette, (1853), Novel, UK
• Jenny & Vivian, Siobhan Han (1)
  • IN: Fire with Fire (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: it's after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Eve Marie Mont (1)
  • IN: A Breath of Eyre (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: ...and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never ended -- a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Patricia Park (1)
  • IN: RE JANE (2015) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Do you think because i'm poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Heather Vogel Frederick (1)
  • IN: Wish You Were Eyre (2012) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• J. P. Smythe (1)
  • IN: Long Dark Dusk (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: They must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• A. S. Byatt (1)
  • IN: The Game (1967) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: We wove a web in childhood / A web of sunny air...
    FROM: Retrospection, (1923), Poem, UK
• Lyndsay Faye (1)
  • IN: Jane Steele (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will...
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Macneal. Susan Elia (1)
  • IN: Princess Elizabeth's Spy (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Be a governess! Better be a slave at once!
    FROM: Shirley, (1849), Novel, UK
• Samantha Shannon (1)
  • IN: The Bone Season (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Campbell Slan, Joanna (1)
  • IN: Death of a Schoolgirl (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Women feel just as men feel... It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more then custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
    FROM: Jane Eyre: An Autobiography, (1847), Book, UK
• Holly Chamberlin (1)
  • IN: Last Summer (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Cheryl Strayed (1)
  • IN: Torch (2005) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.
    FROM: Jane Eyre, (1847), Novel, UK
• Hannah Michell (1)
  • IN: The Defections (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: I suppose animals kept in cages, and so scantily fed as to be always upon the verge of famine, await their food as I awaited a letter. Oh! -- to speak truth, and drop that tone of a false calm which long to sustain, outwears nature's endurance -- I underwent in those seven weeks bitter fears and pains, strange inward trials, miserable defections of hope, intolerable encroachments of despair. This last came so near me sometimes that her breath went right through me. I used to feel it like a baleful air or sigh, penetrate deep, and make motion pause at my heart, or proceed only under unspeakable oppression. The letter -- the well-beloved letter -- would not comel and it was all of sweetness in life I had to look for.
    FROM: Villette, (1853), Novel, NULL