Forgiven after death…..
Ran into this quote today :
I wish to use my last hours of ease and strength in telling the strange story of my experience.
I have never fully unbosomed myself to any human being; I have never been encouraged to trust much in the sympathy of my fellow-men.
But we have all a chance of meeting with some pity, some tenderness, some charity, when we are dead: it is the living only who cannot be forgiven —
the living only from whom men’s indulgence and reverence are held off, like the rain by the hard east wind.
While the heart beats, bruise it — it is your only opportunity; while the eye can still turn towards you with moist, timid entreaty, freeze it with an icy unanswering gaze;
while the ear, that delicate messenger to the inmost sanctuary of the soul, can still take in the tones of kindness, put it off with hard civility, or sneering compliment, or envious affectation of indifference;
while the creative brain can still throb with the sense of injustice, with the yearning for brotherly recognition
— make haste — oppress it with your ill-considered judgements, your trivial comparisons, your careless misrepresentations.
George Elliot ( Mary Ann Evans) ~The Lifted Veil (1859)
How quick we are to let hate, pride, jealousy, anger, judgement, unforgiveness go….after death.
And instead remember fondly the one who passed…
Alas, that we could adjust ourselves before it was too late…
More by her:
“Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.”
“I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same kind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.”