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“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.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"

"They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.

"And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"

"A pit full of fire."

"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"

"No, sir."

"What must you do to avoid it?"

I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“- Non sei mica fascista? - mi disse.
Era seria e rideva. Le presi la mano e sbuffai.
- Lo siamo tutti, cara Cate, - dissi piano. - Se non lo fossimo, dovremmo rivoltarci, tirare bombe, rischiare la pelle. Chi lascia fare e s'accontenta, è già un fascista”
― Cesare Pavese, La casa in collina