“ Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded ”
George Eliot, Adam Bede (1859). copy citation
| Author | George Eliot |
|---|---|
| Source | Adam Bede |
| Topic | wound forgetting |
| Date | 1859 |
| Language | English |
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| Weblink | http://www.gutenberg.org/files/507/507-h/507-h.htm |
Context
“for the moments were few and precious now in which she would be able to do the smallest office of respect or love for the still corpse, to which in all her thoughts she attributed some consciousness. Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence. And the aged peasant woman most of all believes that her dead are conscious.”
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