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
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history. – George Eliot
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
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history. – George Eliot
To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. – George Eliot
Death is the king of this world: Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. – George Eliot