White-handed Hope,
Thou hovering Angel girt with golden wings.
Milton (Comus).
Hope, folding her wings, looked backward and became Regret.
George Eliot (Silas Marner, ch. 15).
By desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil—widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
George Eliot (Middlemarch, ch. 39).