George Eliot Friend Quotations

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.

It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old.

It is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

It is always chilling, in friendly intercourse, to say you have no opinion to give.

It is hard to believe long together that anything is "worth while," unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

Doesn't this quote just call up feelings of comfort and home? Comparing friendship to the nest a bird lives in and builds with loving determination reminds me that having a solid relationship takes work and dedication. And yet, when you succeed in crafting a friendship, you can rest in the comfort it provides.

How unspeakably the lengthening of memories in common endears our old friends!

Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!

Friendship is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words.

A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind - the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.

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

No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.

Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person; having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then, with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.