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
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.
darkness secret wish
Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness.
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.
opportunity skills temptation
The devil tempts us not--'tis we tempt him, Reckoning his skill with opportunity.
noble vengeance scorn
In high vengeance there is noble scorn.
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.
strong fire soul
Strong souls Live like fire-hearted suns to spend their strength In farthest striving action; breathe more free In mighty anguish than in trivial ease.
joy soul desire
Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample o'er the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhaltations laden with slow death, And o'er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence.