She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.

A man who is not afraid of the sea will soon be drowned, he said, for he will be going out on a day he shouldn&#39;t. But we do be afraid of the sea, and we do only be drownded now and again.

My childhood was happy, joyful but very difficult.

For a long while she had been oppressed by the indefiniteness which hung in her mind, like a thick summer haze, over all her desire to make her life greatly effective.

Written By George Eliot

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