George Moore > Quotes

“We humans are more complicated than animals, and we love through the imagination.”
― George Moore

“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
― George Augustus Moore, The Brook Kerith

“Reality can destroy the dream, why shouldn’t the dream destroy reality.”
― George Moore

“A winner is just a loser who tried one more time.”
― George M. Moore Jr.

“No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.”
― George Moore

“A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
― George Moore

“The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it... you and you alone make me feel that I am alive... Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.”
― George Moore, Letters to Lady Cunard, 1895-1933

“Who can say for certain that he is sincere, who can say for certain that he believes? In the midst of of our deepest emotions we are acting a comedy with ourselves; within us one self is always mocking another self. - priscilla and emily lofte”
― George Moore, Celibate Lives

“We live in our desires rather than in our achievements”
― George Moore

“The difficulty in life is the choice.”
― George Moore

“A man's life is brief; a book's life may be prolonged century after century.”
― George Moore, Esther Waters

“A literary movement consists of five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other cordially. –”
― George Moore

“But in the beauty of perfect proportions no soul exists; the soul asserts itself in certain bodily imperfections of form, which, when understood, become irresistible charms.”
― George Moore, A Drama In Muslin

“But there is something else—there is God, and the love of beautiful things. I spent all day yesterday playing Bach's Passion music, and the hours passed like a dream until my sisters came in from walking and began to talk about marriage and men. It made me feel sick—it was horrible; and it is such things that make me hate life—and I do hate it; it is the way we are brought back to earth, and forced to realise how vile and degraded we are. Society seems to me no better than a pigsty; but in the beautiful convent—that we shall, alas! never see again—it was not so. There, at least, life was pure—yes, and beautiful. Do you not remember that beautiful white church with all its white pillars and statues, and the dark-robed nuns, and the white-veiled girls, their veils falling from their bent heads? They often seemed to me like angels. I am sure that Heaven must be very much like that—pure, desireless, contemplative.”
― George Moore, A Drama In Muslin

“wives and sweethearts;”
― George Moore, Journal of a Voyage across the Atlantic With Notes on Canada & the United States, and Return to Great Britain in 1844