I think what we call the dullness of things is a disease in ourselves. Else how could anyone find an intense interest in life? And many do.
George EliotEnveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
George EliotShall we, because we walk on our hind feet, assume to ourselves only the privilege of imperishability?
George EliotI like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
George Eliot