Love Vs Autonomy Jane eyre

Jane Eyre Cinderella style tale, in typical fashion she searches for love. Breaks this mould in her search for independence and fierce desire to be in control of her life Develops where she stands with love vs autonomy throughout the novel The debate is made within herself and ultimately she must choose which she values more.

Young Jane Values love and actively seeks a family bond she has not truly had growing up. “Aunt Reed” vs “Mrs Reed” Lowood offers family like bonds “ To gain some real affection from you, or miss temple, or any other whom I truly love, I would willingly submit to having the bone of my arm broken or to let a bull toss me Has to learn to move on when miss temple leaves “From the day she left I was no longer the same… every association that had made Lowood in some degree home to me” Learns to grasp control over her life, something she had never experienced “Take her to the red room, and lock her in there.”

Thorn field and Mr. Rochester Internal conflict brought to boiling point with Rochester bringing true love to her life, but taking her freedom in a way. “because you have never felt love… your soul sleeps” “Cheerful fire” “ Basking in the light and heat of a superb fire” “ Fearful and ghastly to me” “ I dreamed I lay in the red room at Gateshead; that the night was dark”

Moor house and mr St. John Here jane is tested in the opposite direction, her independence flourishes, but lacks true love. “I have kept myself. And I trust, shall keep myself again.” “ I continued the labours of the village-school” “Twenty thousand pounds shared equally” “ When Mr St. John went, it was beginning to snow” “You speak coolly enough”

Final decision Ultimately her time at Moorhouse proves necessary as only when she finds self sufficience can she understand where her heart lies “Then Mr Rochester was at home when the fire broke out?” “I was already on my masters lands again” “I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine. . . . To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company. . . . We are precisely suited in character—perfect concord is the result” “Because you delight in sacrifice.” “Sacrifice! What do I sacrifice?” “Reader, I married him.”