Maxioms by George Eliot
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all read more
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, read more
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. -George Eliot.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
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.
