Quotes
Quotes - Eliot
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.
I don't believe one grows older. I think that what happens early on in life is that at a certain age one stands still and stagnates.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
So-called art restoration is at least as tricky as brain surgery. Most pictures expire under scalpel and sponge.
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends and the most patient of teachers.
It is never too late to become what you might have been. -George Eliot.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.
The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.
Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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 loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
Those who trust us educate us.
