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
determined life private public wider
There is no private life which is not determined by a wider public life
breeds cases climb hatred inflict injuries injury
There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds -- not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but -- a hatred of all injury.
bred moments movement repeating repetition trivial until waiting
Do we not wile away moments of inanity or fatigued waiting by repeating some trivial movement or sound, until the repetition has bred a want, which is incipient habit?
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I'm not denying that women are foolish: God almighty made 'em to match the men.
almighty denying god match men-and-women women
I'm not denying the women are foolish: God almighty made 'em to match the men
late might
It is never to late to be what you might have been
late might
It is never too late to become what you might have been
dependent faithfully good growing half hidden ill lived might number partly rest
The growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistorical acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.
british-author late might
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
crop good last
It's but little good you'll do, a watering the last year's crop
time memories past
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the present: it is not a repented error shaken loose from the life: it is a still quivering part of himself, bringing shudders and bitter flavors and the tinglings of a merited shame.
knack anticipation estates
I have a knack of hoping, which is as good as an estate...
anticipation joyful
Go forward with joyful confidence.
conjecture allowance knows
Everybody liked better to conjecture how the thing was, than simply to know it; for conjecture soon became more confident than knowledge, and had a more liberal allowance for the incompatible.