When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when theyre gone. – George Eliot
In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations. – George Eliot
To be candid, in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to use an early opportunity of letting your friends know that you did not take a cheerful view of their capacity, their conduct, or their position; and a robust candor never waited to be asked for its opinion. – George Eliot