George Eliot

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make read more

She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and read more

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular read more

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to read more

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.