Maxioms by George Eliot
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, read more
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away. -George Eliot.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all read more
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?
