What moments of despair that life would ever be made precious to me by the consciousness that I lived to some good purpose! It was that sort of despair that sucked away the sap of half the hours which might have been filled by energetic youthful activity: and the same demon tries to get hold of me again whenever an old work is dismissed and a new one is being meditated.
George EliotFriendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.
George EliotThere's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side.
George Eliot