“ Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. ”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre (16 October 1847). copy citation
Author | Charlotte Brontë |
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Source | Jane Eyre |
Topic | love pain flesh adoration fidelity |
Date | 16 October 1847 |
Language | English |
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Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1260/1260-h/1260-h.htm |
Context
“«Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her. If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?»
«I do indeed, sir.»
«Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive.” source
«I do indeed, sir.»
«Then you are mistaken, and you know nothing about me, and nothing about the sort of love of which I am capable. Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive.” source