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.
Quote by George Eliot
George Eliot Quotes
It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of...
Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we...
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of...
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not...
A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must...
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without...
Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and...
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to...
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one...
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect...