George Eliot Quotes

We have a demon, we have an angel inside, within our souls, and you just play with it, and sometimes the evil part of you wins the battle, in a very important decision, or in a bedtime, with your lover. Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

My will enkindled by mine eyes and ears, Two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores Of will and judgment.

Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?

Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.

A man who has not passed through the inferno of his passions has never overcome them.

Doubt, not self-reflection, comes from a destructive energy, and when it rears its head, I talk to it like a lunatic.

Although every man believes that his decisions and resolutions involve the most multifarious factors, in reality they are mere oscillation between flight and longing.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

She wept with shame for her lack of will and with fear for a love she couldn't control.

I have fought and kicked and fasted and prayed and cursed and cried myself to the point of existing.

The mind scolds the heart, which makes excuses and goes its own way.

If you don't make up your mind, your unmade mind will unmake you.

We have to fight off the demons that have been hanging around suicide for centuries.

Our rages, daughters of despair, creep and squirm like worms. Prayer is the only form of revolt which remains upright.

Lord deliver me from myself.

and I try to draw the line but it ends up running down the middle of me most of the time.

Damned indecision and cursed pride.

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

I have moments that aren't too bad, but there's always something I'm struggling with, or feeling guilty about. I just figured I needed to try harder, but I find it difficult to sustain that motivation.

Sir, in my heart there was a kind of fighting That would not let me sleep.

A split personality can never become non-greedy. It can try, but it can never become. A split personality can never go beyond anger. It can try, but it can never go beyond. A split personality can never go beyond sex. It can fight. So many monks in the monasteries are doing it. They don't go beyond sex; at the most their sexuality becomes perverted, their love becomes poisoned.

I feel like a small battlefield in which the problems, or some of the problems, of our time are being fought out. All one can hope to do is keep oneself humbly available, to allow oneself to be a battlefield. After all, the problems must be accommodated, have somewhere to struggle and come to rest and we, poor little humans, must put our inner space at their service and not run away.

The most regular and most perfect soul in the world has but too much to do to keep itself upright from being overthrown by its own weakness.

With the intellect I always have always shall overcome, but that is not the half of the work. The life, the life Oh my God! shall the life never be sweet!