'No Sir, finish it now; I pity you - I do pity you.'
'Pity, Jane, from some people is a noxious and insulting sort of tribute, which one is justified in hurling back at the teeth of those who offer it; but that is a sort of pity native to callous, selfish hearts; it is a hybrid, egotistical pain at hearing of woes, crossed with ignorant contempt for those who have endured them. But that is not your pity, Jane; it is not the feeling of which your whole face is full at this moment - with which your eyes are almost overflowing - with which your heart is heaving - with which your hand is trembling in mine. Your pity, my darling, is the suffering mother of love: its anguish is the very natal pang of the diving passion. I accept it, Jane; let the daughter have free advent - my arms wait to receive her.'
3 comments:
is it quoted from someplace?
its from a book called "Jane Eyre"
why put this quote here? liked it so much or wat?
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