Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
GEORGE ELIOTJustice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
GEORGE ELIOTConscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
GEORGE ELIOTWhen death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
GEORGE ELIOTDo we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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 ELIOTI like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
GEORGE ELIOTFriendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
GEORGE ELIOTAny coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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 desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
GEORGE ELIOTIf we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
GEORGE ELIOTWhat do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
GEORGE ELIOTThe best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
GEORGE ELIOTMen outlive their love, but they don’t outlive the consequences of their recklessness.
GEORGE ELIOTThere is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of knowledge seem to have issued in a blank absence of interest or sympathy.
GEORGE ELIOT