George Eliot ( 10 of 69 )
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.
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.
It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of read more
It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.
A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with read more
A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.
The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.
The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.
Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the read more
Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.
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.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
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.
