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
writing self answers
Letter-writing I imagine is counted as 'work' from which you must abstain, and I scribble this letter simply from the self-satisfied notion that you will like to hear from me. You see, I have asked no questions, which are the torture-screws of correspondence. Hence you have nothing to answer.
writing mind answers
I don't mind how many letters I receive from one who interests me as much as you do. The receptive part of correspondence I can carry on with much alacrity. It is writing answers that I groan over.
light soul answers
O the anguish of that thought that we can never atone to our dead for the stinted affection we gave them, for the light answers we returned to their plaints or their pleadings, for the little reverence we showed to that sacred human soul that lived so close to us, and was the divinest thing God had given us to know!
love mother answers
We look at the one little woman's face we love, as we look at the face of our mother earth, and see all sorts of answers to our own yearnings.
apt curiously feeble grain mixed
We must not inquire too curiously into motives... They are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.
easy finding folks patient reasons
It is easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient
becomes farewell glance kiss last love pang resembles sharpest
That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
break charm mortals ordinary organ rush seemed sound street whistling wind
Lohengrin' to us ordinary mortals seemed something like the whistling of the wind through the keyholes of a cathedral, which has a dreamy charm for a little while, but by and by you long for the sound even of a street organ to rush in and break the
inspirational motivational karma
Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
sympathy goodbye lonely
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
gives god tis violins
Tis God gives skill, but not without men's hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivarius's violins without Antonio
british-author foxes interest lives peace sincere
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
death
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.
british-author consists denying
Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.