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. I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her: in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me; and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness, though you gave me no smile in return; and never weary of gazing into your eyes, though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me. Unknown
About This Quote

This excerpt is from the opening chapter of Jane Eyre , written by Charlotte Bronte. Jane is a young, plain girl who is raised in the wilds of the moors by her aunt, Mrs. Reed. When she comes downstairs for breakfast one day, she finds that her aunt has locked her into the house with only a bed to sleep on.

She is scared and hungry and has nowhere else to go. The story then follows Jane's adventures as she tries to survive in the world of the rich and powerful people at Gateshead Hall, trying to win back her freedom and identity. This is a poem which was about an expatriate Indian who lived in New York City in America. He was a student of economics and he used to write poetry.

He had been born in India, but his parents had moved to USA for higher studies when he was still a child. His father had died in USA and his mother had come home after some time because she could not adjust to USA life any more. He was then studying in Australia and he wrote this poem when he was in New York City studying economics. A certain man we know well exists upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town: we know him well upon our town:

Source: Jane Eyre

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