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
Our impartiality is kept for abstract merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw. – George Eliot
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. – George Eliot
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. – George Eliot