It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness — calling their denial knowledge. – George Eliot
What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life — to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories. – George Eliot