“Her full nature like the river . . . spent itself in channels which had no great name on earth. But, the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the numbers who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”
George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans), Middlemarch, p. 613.
(On the strength of mothers that is often uncelebrated and unsung)