Tuesday, September 18, 2012 at 10:42AM
Drew Wolfe

George Eliot

It is never too late to be what you might have been. 

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

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

Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love. 

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

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face. 

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. 

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. 

Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure. 

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. 

A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. 

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart. 

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. 

 

 

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