Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
instrument of evil- being mistress to Bertha Manson in terms of situation.
📚🔔 Tatil zili çaldı!
Bir yıl boyunca verilen emeklerin ardından şimdi dinlenme, keşfetme ve yeni maceralara atılma zamanı. 🌞
Bu yaz bol kahkahalı, bol anılı ve elbette bol kitaplı geçsin. Tüm öğrencilere keyifli tatiller diliyoruz! 💙📖
Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton?—a machine without feelings? and can bear to have
my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!—I have as much soul as you,—and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh—it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal,—as we are!'
Emin ol ki bunları azarlamak için söylemiyorum; yemin ederim ki bütün vücudum senin için yıpransa, bütün başım senin için ağarsa, bütün kalbim senin için parçalansa bence bir saadet sebebi olur; fakat sen bu hisleri bilmez, anlamaz, beni yine sevmez, belki benden yine nefret edersin ve böyle hem kendini hem beni üzer ve mutsuz edersin.