"She tried to have hope and trust, though it was hard to believe that the future would be anything else than the harvest of the seed that was being sown before her eyes. But always there is seed being sown silently and unseen, and everywhere there come sweet flowers without our foresight or labour. We reap what we sow, but Nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit that spring from no planting of ours."
From "Scenes of Clerical Life", by George Eliot.
In a situation of decreasing hope and possibilities, these words inspire me by stepping outside the constricting options of black and white.
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