George Eliot

Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.

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

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

Excellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.

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

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

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

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.

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

He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.