ROLL in Classic Quotes
Simple words can express big ideas - learn how great writers to make beautiful sentences with common words.
Quotes from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
| Search Panel |
Word: | ||
You may input your word or phrase. | ||
Author: | ||
Book: | ||
Stems: | ||
If search object is a contraction or phrase, it'll be ignored. | ||
Sort by: | ||
Each search starts from the first page. Its result is limited to the first 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.
| Current Search - roll in Jane Eyre |
1 I contended with my inward dimness of vision, before which clouds yet rolled.
2 Bessie now returned; at the same moment the carriage was heard rolling up the gravel-walk.
3 Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy.
4 He further gave me leave to get into the inside, as the vehicle was empty: I entered, was shut in, and it rolled on its way.
5 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.
6 Threading this chaos, I at last reached the larder; there I took possession of a cold chicken, a roll of bread, some tarts, a plate or two and a knife and fork: with this booty I made a hasty retreat.
7 It wanted but a few minutes of six, and shortly after that hour had struck, the distant roll of wheels announced the coming coach; I went to the door and watched its lamps approach rapidly through the gloom.
8 For a moment they stood grouped together at the other extremity of the gallery, conversing in a key of sweet subdued vivacity: they then descended the staircase almost as noiselessly as a bright mist rolls down a hill.
9 The remains of my breakfast of bread and milk stood on the table, and having crumbled a morsel of roll, I was tugging at the sash to put out the crumbs on the window-sill, when Bessie came running upstairs into the nursery.
10 I sat down on the narrow ledge; I hushed the scared infant in my lap: you turned an angle of the road: I bent forward to take a last look; the wall crumbled; I was shaken; the child rolled from my knee, I lost my balance, fell, and woke.
11 I climbed the thin wall with frantic perilous haste, eager to catch one glimpse of you from the top: the stones rolled from under my feet, the ivy branches I grasped gave way, the child clung round my neck in terror, and almost strangled me; at last I gained the summit.