Zitat des Tages von George Eliot:
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.
Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.
What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
I like trying to get pregnant. I'm not so sure about childbirth.
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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.
I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men.
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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.
The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
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.
A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.
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.
Breed is stronger than pasture.
In every parting there is an image of death.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.