When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Surely there was something taught her by this experience of great need; and she must be learning a secret of human tenderness… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“How should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness,… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Who has not felt the beauty of a woman's arm? The unspeakable suggestions of tenderness that lie in the dimpled elbow, and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“In the love of a brave and faithful man there is always a strain of maternal tenderness; he gives out again those… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The beauty of a lovely woman is like music ... the rounded neck, the dimpled arm, move us by something more than… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“It is curious what patches of hardness and tenderness lie side by side in men’s dispositions. I suppose he has some test… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a person's death consecrates him or her anew to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles. — George Eliot Copy Share
But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on… — George Eliot Copy Share
Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill. — George Eliot Copy Share
Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness. — George Eliot Copy Share
The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from… — George Eliot Copy Share
“[W]e must learn to accommodate ourselves to the discovery that some of those cunningly-fashioned instruments called human souls have only a very limited range… — George Eliot Copy Share
“Mr. Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out… — George Eliot Copy Share
“... she took her husband's jokes and joviality as patiently as everything else, considering that "men would be so", and viewing the stronger sex… — George Eliot Copy Share
What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity. — George Eliot Copy Share
And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better. — George Eliot Copy Share
“But let the wise be warned against too great readiness at explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure… — George Eliot Copy Share
“But any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells… — George Eliot Copy Share
Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial… — George Eliot Copy Share
“Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.” — George Eliot Copy Share
even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt… — George Eliot Copy Share
