The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
George EliotOur dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.
George EliotIt is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes.
George Eliot