George Eliot

Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.

Sir Joshua would have been glad to take her portrait; and he would have had an easier task than the historian at least in this, that he would not have had to represent the truth of change –only to give stability to one beautiful moment.

Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.

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

Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.

In the schoolroom her quick mind had taken readily that strong starch of unexplained rules and disconnected facts which saves ignorance from any painful sense of limpness.

A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

Love those you hate you.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

We need to make love great again because black lives do matter, because all lives do matter.

Provided that he only broke you into pieces, you still have it all, like a pizza in slices, every. bite, delicious. You may not feel whole, but you are no less because of a feeling.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It’s a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

I’ve forever wanted a woman who loves like a soldier and fights like a poet. Always with unfailing faithfulness, always for the yearning in her heart.

I stopped believing in love at first sight. I think you go through that wonderful love stage, but when it gets hard, you need a little bit more.