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.
Quote by George Eliot
George Eliot Quotes
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may...
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as...
I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it...
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest...
There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are...
It is only a poor sort of happiness that could ever come by caring very...
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect...
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.
He was like the cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.
How could a man be satisfied with a decision between such alternatives and under such...
I'd be happy if I could think that the role of the library was sustained...
We've put more effort into helping folks reach old age than into helping them enjoy...