George Eliot

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.

What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?

''There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music'' 

It is never to late to be what you might have been.

A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones...

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

I'm not denyin' the women are foolish: God Almighty made 'em to match the men.

Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

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.

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.