Quote#Wisdom
It was a still afternoon — the golden light was lingering languidly…
Quote byGeorge Eliot · 1819–1880
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Adam Bede (1859).
English (original)
It was a still afternoon — the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there on the purple pathway and its edge of faintly sprinkled moss: an afternoon in which destiny disguises her cold awful face behind a hazy radiant veil, encloses us in warm downy wings, and poisons us with violet-scented breath.
— George Eliot
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