Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
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 would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
George Eliot Love Vanity Cannot Return
The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.
Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as if it were direct cruelty would be an ignorant unkindness.
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.
We hand folks over to God’s mercy, and show none ourselves.
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.
Might, could, would – they are contemptible auxiliaries.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.
The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn’t do to be run away with. We must keep the reins.
The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.
You may try but you can never imagine what it is to have a man’s form of genius in you, and to suffer the slavery of being a girl.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.
We must not sit still and look for miracles; up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee. Prayer and pains, through faith in Christ Jesus, will do anything.
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may happen to sear your own fingers and make them dead to the quality of things.
I like trying to get pregnant. I’m not so sure about childbirth.