A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
GEORGE ELIOTA friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
GEORGE ELIOTWe are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
GEORGE ELIOTGenius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
GEORGE ELIOTThe finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
GEORGE ELIOTAll meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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 ELIOTLife seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
GEORGE ELIOTWill not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
GEORGE ELIOTTo have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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 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 ELIOTIt is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
GEORGE ELIOTThe troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
GEORGE ELIOTWe are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
GEORGE ELIOTOne has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
GEORGE ELIOTDelicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
GEORGE ELIOT