Quote by George Eliot
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down wit

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. – George Eliot

Other quotes by George Eliot

And when a womans will is as strong as the mans who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment. – George Eliot

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strength
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Death is the king of this world: Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. – George Eliot

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Death
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No 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

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Grief
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Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists. – Antonio Porchia, Voces, 1943, translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin

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Grieving is a necessary passage and a difficult transition to finally letting go of sorrow – it is not a permanent rest stop. – Dodinsky, www.dodinsky.com

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If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble. – Moliere

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The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is in every individual something which is inexpressible, peculiar to him alone, and is, therefore, absolutely and irretrievably lost. – Arthur Schopenhauer

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So many pictures, so little time! – Author Unknown

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When great questions end, little parties begin. – Walter Bagehot

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