George Eliot Quotes

It is never too late, no matter how old you get because anytime or any point in your life you can always have a chance to make a difference. You can always make a change for the better no matter what background you derived from. You can always do your best and be all that you can be because you will always be uniquely you. It is why it is always wise to listen to your eternal heart, your eternal instincts, and what it had always strove for and/or to do because really anybody can make a difference not only in their own lives but in the lives of others. It is never too late to shine; never.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.

Don't judge a book by its cover

A man's a man. But when you see a king, you see the work of many thousand men.

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.

The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families.

Plainness has its peculiar temptations and vices quite as much as beauty.

Don't you meddle with me, and I won't meddle with you.

What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.

Would not love see returning penitence afar off, and fall on its neck and kiss it?

No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don't quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil -- widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.

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.

The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.

But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.

Our passions do not live apart in locked chambers but dress in their small wardrobe of notions, bring their provisions to a common table and mess together, feeding out of the common store according to their appetite.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

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.

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from the limitations of our own weakness and an invocation of all Good to enter and abide with us.

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.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

May every soul that touches mine - be it the slightest contact - get there from some good; some little grace; one kindly thought; one aspiration yet unfelt; one bit of courage for the darkening sky; one gleam of faith to brave the thickening ills of life; one glimpse of brighter skies beyond the gathering mists - to make this life worthwhile.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?

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.

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

Adventure is not outside man; it is within.

The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.

You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.

A patronizing disposition always has its meaner side.

No matter whether failure came A thousand different times, For one brief moment of success, Life rang its golden chimes.

The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.

No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.

A blush is no language; only a dubious flag - signal which may mean either of two contradictories

A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.