Listen to me. Listen… I could bend you with my finger and my thumb; a mere reed you feel in my hands… But whatever I do with this cage, I cannot get at you, and it is your soul that I want. Why can’t you come of your own free will?
“There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words. ” — Dostoevsky
Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.
━ From ‘Jane Eyre’ - Charlotte Brontë (via literaryheartbeat)
