George Eliot
George Eliot
Mary Ann Evans, known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, poet, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. She is the author of seven novels, including Adam Bede, The Mill on the Floss, Silas Marner, Felix Holt, the Radical, Middlemarch, and Daniel Deronda, most of them set in provincial England and known for their realism and psychological insight...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth22 November 1819
husband men class
Husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order,
pain anger men
A man deep-wounded may feel too much pain To feel much anger.
beauty language speak
Beauty is part of the finished language by which goodness speaks.
ideas doubt moments
The moment of finding a fellow-creature is often as full of mingled doubt and exultation, as the moment of finding an idea.
travel shapes fool
In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure
rivers feet choices
How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.
morning stars moon
All things journey: sun and moon, Morning, noon, and afternoon, Night and all her stars; 'Twixt the east and western bars Round they journey, Come and go! We go with them!
punishment yoke
That is the bitterest of all,--to wear the yoke of our own wrong-doing.
tone unexpected persons
Susceptible persons are more affected by a change of tone that by unexpected words.
eggs silence may
Speech may be barren; but it is ridiculous to suppose that silence is always brooding on a nestful of eggs.
eggs luck would-be
Things don't happen because they're bad or good, else all eggs would be addled or none at all, and at the most it is but six to the dozen. There's good chances and bad chances, and nobody's luck is pulled only by one string.
morning blessed angel
There are few of us that are not rather ashamed of our sins and follies as we look out on the blessed morning sunlight, which comes to us like a bright-winged angel beckoning us to quit the old path of vanity that stretches its dreary length behind us.
summer morning cheer
Perhaps there is no time in a summer's day more cheering, than when the warmth of the sun is just beginning to triumph over the freshness of the morning--when there is just a lingering hint of early coolness to keep off languor under the delicious influence of warmth.
wine beer knowing
There's truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it's truth worth my knowing, is another question.