There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism. – George Eliot
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. – George Eliot
We must not inquire too curiously into motives… They are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. – George Eliot
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. – George Eliot