The 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 EliotOnly those who know the supremacy of the intellectual lifeโโthe life which has a seed of ennobling thought and purpose withinโโcan understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.
George EliotNo story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
George Eliot