The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.
George Eliot (1819 - 1880)
Source: The Spanish Gypsy, Bk III
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What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
Contributed by: Drea
''There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music''
Source: The Mill on the Floss
Contributed by: Sapphire
It is never to late to be what you might have been.
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A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones...
Source: Silas Marner
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Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.
Source: The Mill on the Floss, bk. 4, ch. 3, 1860.
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Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Source: The Spanish Gypsy, bk. 3, 1868.
Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.
Source: Letter, 31 Dec 1857 (published in George Eliot's Life as Related in Her Letters and Journals, 1900
Certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we're so fond of it.
Source: Middlemarch, bk. 1, ch. 9, 1871.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
Source: Daniel Deronda, bk. 8, ch. 69, 1876.
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