“As Celia bent over the paper, Dorothea put her cheek against her sister's arm caressingly. Celia understood the action. Dorothea saw that she had been in the wrong, and Celia pardoned her. Since they could remember, there had been a mixture of criticism and awe in the attitude of Celia's mind towards her elder sister. The younger had always worn a yoke, but is there any yoked creature without its private opinions?”
More from George Eliot
“I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved.”
“I meant to go away into silence, but I have not been able to do what I meant.”
“It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.”
“What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?”