Still, I repeat, there was a general impression that Lydgate was something rather more uncommon than any general practitioner in Middlemarch. And.
The lines and lights of the human countenance are like other symbols,–not always easy to read without a key.
Favourable Chance, I fancy, is the god of all men who follow their own devices instead of obeying a law they believe in. Let.
How does the law stand, eh, Hawley?” “Nothing to be done there,” said Mr. Hawley. “I looked into it for Sprague. You’d only break your nose against a damned judge’s decision.” “Pooh! no need of law,” said Mr. Toller. “So far as practice is concerned the attempt is an absurdity.
I should see how it was possible to lead a grand life here – now – in England.
He seemed to weave, like the spider, from pure impulse, without reflection. Every man’s work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.
It is for art to present images of a lovelier order than the actual, gently winning the affections, and so determining the taste.
I shall be glad of a cup of coffee as soon as possible.
Shallow natures dream of an easy sway over the emotions of others, trusting implicitly in their own petty magic to turn the deepest streams, and confidant, by pretty gestures and remarks, of making the thing that is not there as though it were.
No, dear, no,” said Dorothea, stroking her sister’s cheek. “Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another.
They said of old the Soul had human shape, But smaller, subtler than the fleshly self, So wandered forth for airing when it pleased.
Trouble is so hard to bear, is it not? – How can we live and think that any one has trouble – piercing trouble – and we could help them, and never try?
We prepare ourselves for sudden deeds by the reiterated choice of good or evil which gradually determines character.
Having made this rather lofty comparison I am less uneasy in calling attention to the existence of low people by whose interference, however little we may like it, the course of the world is very much determined. It.
Until that wretched yesterday – except the moment of vexation long ago in the very same room and in the very same presence – all their vision, all their thought of each other, had been as in a world apart, where the sunshine fell on tall white lilies, where no evil lurked, and no other soul entered. But now – would Dorothea meet him in that world again?
Many of us looking back through life would say that the kindest man we have ever known has been a medical man, or perhaps that surgeon whose fine tact, directed by deeply informed perception, has come to us in our need with a more sublime beneficence than that of miracle-workers.
What you do wrong once, you can alter the next time.
There’s a thing I’ve got i’ my head,” said Mr. Tulliver at last, in rather a lower tone than usual, as he turned his head and looked steadfastly at his companion.
Good phrases are surely, and ever were, very commendable. – Justice Shallow.
Dorothea had little vanity, but she had the ardent woman’s need to rule beneficently by making the joy of another soul.