When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it wasโhe only saw the brightness of the Lord.
George EliotIt is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
George EliotHer little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
George Eliot