"...our wishes are like tinder: the flint and steel of circumstances are continually striking out sparks, which vanish immediately, unless they chance to fall upon the tinder of our wishes;
then, they instantly ignite, and the flame of hope is kindled in a moment."
~from Agnes Grey by Anne Brontë~
That little bit of writing just gave me cold chills.
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