So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.


Chapter 27 (at page 219) - Felix Holt, the Radical (1866)


So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.

So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.

So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.

So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.