It takes so long to train a physicist to the place where he understands the nature of physical problems that he is already too old to solve them.

Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life.

...burying themselves in his arm was more about feeling his love in the confusion, in the difficulty, than it was about having moved past it.

I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.

Written By George Eliot

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