Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre (№ 352841)

And then, existence for you must be a permanent change of pleasure and excitement, otherwise the world seems to you a prison. You need to be admired, you were cared for, flattered to around you was music, dancing, society, and if not, you start to languish and fall into depression. Can't you get a job so as not to depend on someone's whims and not from one's desires but their own?