It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
GEORGE ELIOTI like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
GEORGE ELIOTThere is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
GEORGE ELIOTTo have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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 ELIOTKnowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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 ELIOTOne must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
GEORGE ELIOTOne has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
GEORGE ELIOTIt is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
GEORGE ELIOTAnd, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
GEORGE ELIOTDecide on what you think is right, and stick to it.
GEORGE ELIOTthere are two ways of speaking an audience will always like: one is, to tell them what they don’t understand; and the other is, to tell them what they’re used to.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
GEORGE ELIOTWhen death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
GEORGE ELIOT