Am I a machine without feelings ? Do you think that because I am poor, obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless ?
I have little left in myself — I must have you. The world may laugh — may call me absurd, selfish — but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
-Mr. Rochester
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
-Jane
“I am no bird and no net ensnares me. I am a free human being, with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.”
Do you think I am an automaton, a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? — Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
