I don’t get emotional about literature much, but when I do, it’s over Jane Eyre’s ‘Do you think because I am poor, obscure, plain and little that I am soulless and heartless?’ speech. Charlotte Brontë wrote that for ugly girls everywhere.
#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 that i am soulless and heartless? #you think wrong! #i have as much soul as you and full as much heart #and if god had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth #i would make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you #i am not talking to you through the medium of customs #or coventionalities or even of mortal flesh #it is my spirit that addresses your spirit #just as if we had both passed through the grave and we stood at god’s feet equal #as we are!
