From the pages of Jane Eyre
The below section is just something that I feel a lot, and I can't believe Charlotte Brontë found all the right ways to say it. It is all straight out of Jane Eyre, except in the stuff in the brackets, that's me telling you something. After this sentence, everything else here are the words of Charlotte Brontë:
"Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentimentes I had been cherishing since last night - of the general state of mind in which I had indulged for nearly a fortnight past; Reason having come forward and told, in her own quiet way, a plain, unvarnished tale showing how I had rejected the real and rabidly devoured the ideal; I pronounced my judgement to this effect:
That a greater fool than Jane Eyre [myself] had never breathed the breath of life: that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.
'YOU,' I said, 'a favourite with Mr. Rochester [insert name of any guy I've ever liked here]? YOU gifted with the power of pleasing him? YOU of importance to him in any way? Go! your folly sickens me. And you have derived pleasure from occasional tokens shown preference - equivocal tokens shown by a gentleman of family, and a man of the world, to a dependent and a novice. How dared you? Poor stupid dupe? Could not even self-interest make you wiser? You repeated to yourself this morning the brief scene of last night? Cover you face and be ashamed! He said something in praise of you eyes, did he? Blind puppy. Open their bleared lids and look on you own accursed senselessness! It does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry [like, date, take to the Prom, I’m not (necessarily) thinking marriage yet] her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them , which, if unreturned and unknown must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis fatuus [an illusionary light in the marshes, used figuratively for delusive hopes]-like into miry wilds, whence there is no extrication.'"
"Memory having given her evidence of the hopes, wishes, sentimentes I had been cherishing since last night - of the general state of mind in which I had indulged for nearly a fortnight past; Reason having come forward and told, in her own quiet way, a plain, unvarnished tale showing how I had rejected the real and rabidly devoured the ideal; I pronounced my judgement to this effect:
That a greater fool than Jane Eyre [myself] had never breathed the breath of life: that a more fantastic idiot had never surfeited herself on sweet lies, and swallowed poison as if it were nectar.
'YOU,' I said, 'a favourite with Mr. Rochester [insert name of any guy I've ever liked here]? YOU gifted with the power of pleasing him? YOU of importance to him in any way? Go! your folly sickens me. And you have derived pleasure from occasional tokens shown preference - equivocal tokens shown by a gentleman of family, and a man of the world, to a dependent and a novice. How dared you? Poor stupid dupe? Could not even self-interest make you wiser? You repeated to yourself this morning the brief scene of last night? Cover you face and be ashamed! He said something in praise of you eyes, did he? Blind puppy. Open their bleared lids and look on you own accursed senselessness! It does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry [like, date, take to the Prom, I’m not (necessarily) thinking marriage yet] her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them , which, if unreturned and unknown must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis fatuus [an illusionary light in the marshes, used figuratively for delusive hopes]-like into miry wilds, whence there is no extrication.'"