What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.
— John Irving, The Cider House Rules
Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but 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 restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
— Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë. (via the-library-and-step-on-it)
I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.
— Jane Austen (via jamstains)