What to one man is the virtue which he has sunk below the possibility of aspiring to, is to another the backsliding by which he forfeits his spiritual crown. George Eliot More Quotes by George Eliot More Quotes From George Eliot No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. George Eliot trust friendship character I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music. George Eliot music ideas thinking Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing. George Eliot letters writing life The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble reason for loving as well as working while it is day. George Eliot journey years thinking But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope. George Eliot live-life pain hope How oft review; each finding, like a friend, Something to blame, and something to commend. George Eliot reviews findings blame It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. George Eliot flower rain inspirational I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. George Eliot valentines-day love life It's never too late to be who you were meant to be. George Eliot goal successful too-late The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men. George Eliot work motivational inspirational Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. George Eliot smile happiness friendship Decide on what you think is right, and stick to it. George Eliot positive integrity character We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it. George Eliot childhood earth children How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice. George Eliot voice dark rivers Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self. George Eliot objectivity vision self The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity. George Eliot pity lips divine It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog. George Eliot fog fighting ignorance Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face. George Eliot mothers-day parenting mom The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words. George Eliot language-words simple writing There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room. George Eliot wrath answers rooms
