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 EliotCharacter is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
George EliotThere is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
George Eliot