That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
George EliotThe perpetual mourner -- the grief that can never be healed -- is innocently enough felt to be wearisome by the rest of the world. And my sense of desolation increases. Each day seems a new beginning -- a new acquaintance with grief.
George EliotPower of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.
George Eliot