Our dead are never dead

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.

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Death, memory

Published by the George Eliot Archive, edited by Beverley Park Rilett, 2025. https://GeorgeEliotArchive.org

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Ramos, Angelina