It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
GEORGE ELIOTQuarrel? Nonsense; we have not quarreled. If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
GEORGE ELIOTI like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
GEORGE ELIOTWe must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
GEORGE ELIOTCharacter is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
GEORGE ELIOTSouls live on in perpetual echoes.
GEORGE ELIOT… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
GEORGE ELIOTThe important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
GEORGE ELIOTDelicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
GEORGE ELIOTNo story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
GEORGE ELIOTThere is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
GEORGE ELIOTThe world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
GEORGE ELIOTThe golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
GEORGE ELIOTA patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.
GEORGE ELIOTPeople are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
GEORGE ELIOT