Friday, June 4, 2010

tottering in the midst

Friday, June 4, 2010



The poor thing had no force to fling out any passion in return; the terrible collapse of the illusion towards which all her hope had been strained was a stroke which had too thoroughly shaken her: her little world was in ruins, and she felt herself tottering in the midst as a lonely bewildered consciousness.

~ George Eliot, Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life, 1874

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

thanks for giving me space. your world in is not ruins.

kayni said...

the world needs your smile

Angeli said...

hi kayni. here's a big one for you: :D thanks.

hi anonymous. constant togetherness is overrated. sometimes we need space to breathe, huh? :)

 
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