An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
Category: George Eliot
Mary Ann Evans (22 November 1819 – 22 December 1880; alternatively "Mary Anne" or "Marian"), known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life – to strengthen each other in all labour, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?
I think my life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face: it was so near to me, and her arms were round me, and she sang to me.
His smile is sweetened by his gravity.
Certain winds will make men’s temper bad.
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Sad as a wasted passion.
Sad as a wasted passion.
Knightly love is blent with reverence
As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
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Perhaps the wind
Perhaps the wind
Wails so in winter for the summers dead,
And all sad sounds are nature’s funeral cries
For what has been and is not.
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Oh may I join the choir invisible
Oh may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence.
It’s but little good you’ll do watering last year’s crops.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
Men’s men: gentle or simple, they’re much of a muchness.
The mother’s yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.