Quote#Nature
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting
Quote byGeorge Meredith · 1828–1909
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Love in the Valley, st. 5.
English (original)
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
— George Meredith
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