George Eliot

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the read more

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.rn

Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.rn

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.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

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.