Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
George Eliot
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More quotes by George Eliot
- Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
- You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
- The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.
- There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
- I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.