Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return. – George Eliot
Tis God gives skill, but not without mens hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivariuss violins without Antonio. – George Eliot
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
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts. – George Eliot