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
wisdom knowledge judging
To judge wisely, we must know how things appear to the unwise.
judging desire paradise
But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours! We judge from our own desires, and our neighbours themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.
judging secret sin
We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.
knowing judging judgment
We judge other according to results; how else?--not knowing the process by which results are arrived at.
judging judgement
Hear Everything and judge for yourself
book haste-makes-waste judging
Don't judge a book by its cover
heartbreak judging feelings
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
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
animal dangers decision frame held helped knocked muscular neither nor plenty
That big muscular frame of his held plenty of animal courage, but helped him to no decision when the dangers to be braved were such as could neither be knocked down nor throttled.
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.