I loved to read, but I always thought that the dream was too far away. The person who had written the book was a god, it wasn&#39;t a person.

Deep scars give you fear of being wounded again.

At this moment, many people have stopped living. They do not become angry, nor cry out; they merely wait for time to pass. They did not accept the challenges of life, so life no longer challenges them

away from her lips. She controlled herself by the help of an inward defiance, and without other sign of emotion than this lip-paleness turned to her play. But Deronda's gaze seemed to have acted as an evil eye. Her stake was gone. No

Written By George Eliot

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