3 December 2020 George Eliot Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
3 December 2020 George Eliot For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
3 December 2020 George Eliot Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
3 December 2020 George Eliot All the learnin’ my father paid for was a bit o’ birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
3 December 2020 George Eliot Science is properly more scrupulous than dogma. Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive.
3 December 2020 George Eliot When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
3 December 2020 George Eliot You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
3 December 2020 George Eliot There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
3 December 2020 George Eliot In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations.
3 December 2020 George Eliot But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
3 December 2020 George Eliot But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.
3 December 2020 George Eliot And when a woman’s will is as strong as the man’s who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
3 December 2020 George Eliot Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
3 December 2020 George Eliot An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
3 December 2020 George Eliot When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
3 December 2020 George Eliot It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
3 December 2020 George Eliot There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
3 December 2020 George Eliot No story is the same to us after a lapse of time or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
3 December 2020 George Eliot Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
