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It was Tom's step, Maggie heard on the stairs, when her need of love had triumphed over her pride,& she was going down with her swollen eyes & dishevelled hair to beg for pity. her father would stroke her head & say,Never mind,my wench. It is a wonderful subduer,this need of love,this hunger of the heart,as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke,& change the face of the world
— Oct 05, 2019 11:53AM
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MihaElla
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“Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.”
— Oct 13, 2019 12:11PM
MihaElla
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There was nothing to conceal between them;they knew,had confessed their love,& they had renounced each other;they were going to part.Honor & conscience were going to divide them;Maggie,with that appeal from her inmost soul,had decided it;but surely they might cast a lingering look at each other across the gulf,before they turned away never to look again till that strange light had forever faded out of their eyes
— Oct 13, 2019 09:10AM
MihaElla
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“Oh, it is difficult,–life is very difficult! It seems right to me sometimes that we should follow our strongest feeling; but then, such feelings continually come across the ties that all our former life has made for us,–the ties that have made others dependent on us,–and would cut them in two. If life were quite easy and simple, as it might have been in Paradise, and
— Oct 13, 2019 07:08AM
MihaElla
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Oh, play something the while, Philip, what is that you are falling into?
Don't you know that? said Philip, bringing out the tune more definitely. It's from the 'Somnambula'–'Ah! perchè non posso odiarti.' I don't know the opera, but it appears the tenor is telling the heroine that he shall always love her though she may forsake him. You've heard me sing it to the English words, 'I love thee still.'
— Oct 13, 2019 05:17AM
Don't you know that? said Philip, bringing out the tune more definitely. It's from the 'Somnambula'–'Ah! perchè non posso odiarti.' I don't know the opera, but it appears the tenor is telling the heroine that he shall always love her though she may forsake him. You've heard me sing it to the English words, 'I love thee still.'
MihaElla
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“Is there no other alternative, Maggie? Is that life, away from those who love you, the only one you will allow yourself to look forward to?"
"Yes, Philip. At least, as things are; I don't know what may be in years to come. But I begin to think there can never come much happiness to me from loving; I have always had so much pain mingled with it. I wish I could make myself a world outside it, as men do.”
— Oct 13, 2019 04:59AM
"Yes, Philip. At least, as things are; I don't know what may be in years to come. But I begin to think there can never come much happiness to me from loving; I have always had so much pain mingled with it. I wish I could make myself a world outside it, as men do.”
MihaElla
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But there came the necessity of walking home in the cool starlight,& with it the necessity of cursing his own folly,& bitterly determining that he would never trust himself alone with Maggie again.It was all madness;he was in love,thoroughly attached to Lucy, & engaged,–engaged as strongly as an honorable man need be. He wished he had never seen this Maggie Tulliver, to be thrown into a fever by her in this way;
— Oct 13, 2019 04:42AM
MihaElla
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“For the tragedy of our lives is not created entirely from within. "Character," says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms,–"character is destiny." But not the whole of our destiny.”
— Oct 13, 2019 04:20AM
MihaElla
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Was not Stephen Guest right in his decided opinion this slim maiden of eighteen was quite the sort of wife a man would not be likely to repent of marrying,a woman who was loving &thoughtful for other women,not giving them Judas-kisses with eyes askance on their welcome defects,but with real care &vision for their halfhidden pains &mortifications, with long ruminating enjoyment of little pleasures prepared for them?
— Oct 13, 2019 02:24AM
MihaElla
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“Stephen mastered the little hand that was straying toward the table, and touched it lightly with his lips. Little Lucy felt very proud and happy. She and Stephen were in that stage of courtship which makes the most exquisite moment of youth, the freshest blossom-time of passion,–when each is sure of the other's love, but no formal declaration has been made,
— Oct 13, 2019 02:03AM
MihaElla
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“Maggie," he said, in a tone of remonstrance, "don't persist in this wilful, senseless privation. It makes me wretched to see you benumbing and cramping your nature in this way. You were so full of life when you were a child; I thought you would be a brilliant woman,–all wit and bright imagination. And it flashes out in your face still, until you draw that veil of dull quiescence over it.”
— Oct 12, 2019 11:09AM
