Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love. – George Eliot
Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love. – George Eliot
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity. – George Eliot
The presence of a noble nature, generous in its wishes, ardent in its charity, changes the lights for us: we begin to see things again in their larger, quieter masses, and to believe that we too can be seen and judged in the wholeness of our character. – George Eliot