. . . it seemed to me that where others had prayed before to their God, in their joy or in their agony, was of itself a sacred place.
Elizabeth GaskellI am so tired - so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.
Elizabeth GaskellShe would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, โAll are shadows!โall are passing!โall is past!
Elizabeth Gaskell