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
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More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple pity that will not forsake us
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There is no short-cut no patent tram-road, to wisdom. After all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must still be trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.
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History repeats itself.
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Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.
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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause.
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To judge wisely, we must know how things appear to the unwise.
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More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
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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.
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It is easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient
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That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.
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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