Mr. & Mrs. Smith - Movie Review

I always figured this would be a good action movie but just never watched it for some reason. I finally took time to sit down and watch it this weekend and like I suspected, it is a great movie! The beginning seemed a little slow but once the action started, it kept going and going!

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte

Goodreads Summary:

Charlotte Brontë’s most beloved novel describes the passionate love between the courageous orphan Jane Eyre and the brilliant, brooding, and domineering Rochester. 

The loneliness and cruelty of Jane’s childhood strengthens her natural independence and spirit, which prove invaluable when she takes a position as a governess at Thornfield Hall. But after she falls in love with her sardonic employer, her discovery of his terrible secret forces her to make a heart-wrenching choice. Ever since its publication in 1847, Jane Eyre has enthralled every kind of reader, from the most critical and cultivated to the youngest and most unabashedly romantic. It lives as one of the great triumphs of storytelling and as a moving and unforgettable portrayal of a woman's quest for self-respect.

My Review:
I heard someone say that you either like Charlotte Bronte's writing or Emily Bronte's but not both...well I like both. I like Jane Eyre a little more but I also enjoyed reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. Jane Eyre definitely isn't a happy-go-lucky type of read, but I enjoyed it....every one of the 4 times that I've read it! One of the many parts that sticks with me is how the author describes Jane's paintings…

These pictures were in water-colours. The first represented clouds low and livid, rolling over a swollen sea: all the distance was in eclipse; so, too, was the foreground; or rather, the nearest billows, for there was no land. One gleam of light lifted into relief a half-submerged mast, on which sat a cormorant, dark and large, with wings flecked with foam; its beak held a gold bracelet set with gems, that I had touched with as brilliant tints as my palette could yield, and as glittering distinctness as my pencil could impart. Sinking below the bird and mast, a drowned corpse glanced through the green water; a fair arm was the only limb clearly visible, whence the bracelet had been washed or torn.
The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze. Beyond and above spread an expanse of sky, dark blue as at twilight: rising into the sky was a woman's shape to the bust, portrayed in tints as dusk and soft as I could combine. The dim forehead was crowned with a star; the lineaments below were seen as through the suffusion of vapour; the eyes shone dark and wild; the hair streamed shadowy, like a beamless cloud torn by storm or by electric travail. On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star.
The third showed the pinnacle of an iceberg piercing a polar winter sky: a muster of northern lights reared their dim lances, close serried, along the horizon. Throwing these into distance, rose, in the foreground, a head, -- a colossal head, inclined towards the iceberg, and resting against it. Two thin hands, joined under the forehead, and supporting it, drew up before the lower features a sable veil, a brow quite bloodless, white as bone, and an eye hollow and fixed, blank of meaning but for the glassiness of despair, alone were visible. Above the temples, amidst wreathed turban folds of black drapery, vague in its character and consistency as cloud, gleamed a ring of white flame, gemmed with sparkles of a more lurid tinge. This pale crescent was "the likeness of a kingly crown;" what it diademed was "the shape which shape had none."

Quotes - Life

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream

Sometimes it’s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever

Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take our breath away

Look at life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror

Life is the art of drawing without an eraser

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do

Never waste a minute of your precious life by squandering it thinking about people you don’t like.