A Quote by George Eliot

In every parting there is an image of death. — © George Eliot
In every parting there is an image of death.
Every meeting led to a parting, and so it would, as long as life was mortal. In every meeting there was some of the sorrow of parting, but in everything parting there was some of the joy of meeting as well.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
The image my work invokes is the image of good - not evil; the image of order - not chaos; the image of life - not death. And that is all the content of my constructions amounts to.
Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every remeeting a foretaste of the resurrection. That is why even people who are indifferent to each other rejoice so much if they meet again after twenty or thirty years of separation.
JedeTrennung gibt einenVorgeschmack desTodesund jedes Wiedersehen einenVorgeschmack der Auferstehung. Every parting is a foretaste of death, and every reunion a foretaste of resurrection.
Parting is worse than death; it is death of love!
I have no parting sigh to give, so take my parting smile.
Death's not a separation or alteration or parting; it's just a one-handled door.
Beware of parting! The true sadness is not in the pain of the parting; it is in the when and the how you are to meet again with the face about to vanish from your view.
These precious illusions in my head did not let me down when I was defenseless, and parting with them is like parting with invisible best friends.
Every man carries within himself the eternal image of woman, not the image of this or that particular woman, but a definite feminine image. This image is fundamentally unconscious, a hereditary factor of primordial origin.
When I go from hence, let this be my parting word, that what I have seen is unsurpassable. I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus that expands on the ocean of light, and thus I am blessed—let this be my parting word. In this playhouse of infinite forms I have had my play and here have I caught sight of him who is formless. My whole body and my limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here, let it come—let this be my parting word.
There's nothing in the street Looks any different to me And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye And the parting on the left Is now the parting on the right And the beards have all grown longer overnight.
I think the most beautiful thing is that we're not parting because there were problems. We're parting because we're celebrating each others' growth.
A parting is sadder than a death, Ma always said, for two people are dead to one another and yet go on living.
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