Maxioms by George Eliot
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
What we call despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Those who trust us educate us.
Those who trust us educate us.
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
