George Eliot

"Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections."

"Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another."

"But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope."

"The progress of the world can certainly never come at all save by the modified action of the individual beings who compose the world."

"Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love."

"Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.'I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me."

"Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another."

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

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

"I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear."

"It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them."

"Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.'I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me."

"Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face."

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

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

"Adventure is not outside man; it is within."

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

"There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope."

"What should I do—how should I act now, this very day . . . What she would resolve to do that day did not yet seem quite clear, but something that she could achieve stirred her as with an approaching murmur which would soon gather distinctness."