Our deeds determine us as much as we determine our deeds.
To be candid, in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to use an early opportunity of letting your friends know that you did not take a cheerful view of their capacity, their conduct, or their position; and...
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
She locked herself in her room. She needed time to get used to her maimed consciousness, her poor lopped life, before she could walk steadily to the place allotted her. A new searching light had falle...
Her lips trembled, and so did his. It was never known which lips were the first to move towards the other lips; but they kissed tremblingly, and then they moved apart.The rain was dashing against the...
A bit o' bread's what I like from one year's end to the other; but men's stomachs are made so comical, they want a change--they do, I know, God help 'em.
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 fi...
Wear a smile and have friends wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
In every parting there is an image of death.
People are almost always better than their neighbors think they are.
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
Saints and martyrs had never interested Maggie so much as sages and poets.
O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude...
Doubtless some ancient Greek has observed that behind the big mask and the speaking-trumpet, there must always be our poor little eyes peeping as usual and our timorous lips more or less under anxious...
Science is properly more scrupulous than dogma. Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive.
The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
She hates everything that is not what she longs for.