Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
GEORGE ELIOTLife began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
GEORGE ELIOTThe important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
GEORGE ELIOTWhen death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
GEORGE ELIOTFriendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
GEORGE ELIOTThese gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
GEORGE ELIOTImpatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
GEORGE ELIOTTo manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
GEORGE ELIOTThat by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil — widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
GEORGE ELIOTBlessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
GEORGE ELIOTWhen God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
GEORGE ELIOTThe thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
GEORGE ELIOTIt is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
GEORGE ELIOTOnly in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
GEORGE ELIOT