I.B. George Quotes
"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.
Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one's life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty — it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.
I don't mind how many letters I receive from one who interests me as much as you do. The receptive part of correspondence I can carry on with much alacrity. It is writing answers that I groan over.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Our life is determined for us--and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing, and only think of bearing what is laid upon us, and doing what is given us to do.
Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side.
We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.
What to one man is the virtue which he has sunk below the possibility of aspiring to, is to another the backsliding by which he forfeits his spiritual crown.
Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.
Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence.
There are new eras in one's life that are equivalent to youth-are something better than youth.
As to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that, any more than the old church steeple minds the rooks cawing about it.
In so complex a thing as human nature, we must consider it is hard to find rules without exception.
A proud woman who has learned to submit carries all her pride to the reinforcement of her submission, and looks down with severe superiority on all feminine assumption as unbecoming.
Pride only helps us to be generous; it never makes us so, any more than vanity makes us witty.
Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistle-down.
We are on a perilous margin when we begin to look passively at our future selves, and see our own figures led with dull consent into insipid misdoing and shabby achievement.
If troubles were put up to market, I'd sooner buy old than new. It's something to have seen the worst.
I found it better for my soul to be humble before the mysteries o' God's dealings, and not be making a clatter about what I could never understand.
We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.
It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but a hatred of all injury.
Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.
Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?
Surely it is not true blessedness to be free of sorrow while there is sorrow and sin in the world. Sorrow is a part of love and love does not seek to throw it off.
