I've just finished reading Jane Eyre again, but for some reason the following quotes struck me particularly this time. Who do they sound like to you?
". . . his high forehead, colourless as ivory, was partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair."
"I had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like chiselled marble than it did just now. . ."
"St. John was a good man; but I began to feel he had spoken truth of himself when he said he was hard and cold."
"I looked at his lofty forehead, still and pale as a white stone. . . "
"There are no such things as marble kisses or ice kisses, or I should say my . . . cousin's salute belonged to one of these classes. . . "
"To me, he was in reality become no longer flesh, but marble . . ."
I wonder if Stephenie--with her love of the classics--was influenced by St. John Rivers when she dreamed of Edward.
"Where there is great love, there are always miracles."