George Meredith
George Meredith
George Meredith, OMwas an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 February 1828
love carnivals egoism
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
love jealousy burning
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
captains chance
Chance works for us when we are good captains.
wine heaven singing
For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instills, And ever winging up and up, Our valley is his golden cup, And he the wine which over flows To lift us with him as he goes.
women men lasts
I expect Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man.
love-is imagination disaster
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
prayer forever memorial
A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.
water golden fields
The sun is coming down to earth, and the fields and the waters shout to him golden shouts.
spring valleys forget
Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring, Tell it to forget the source that keeps it filled.
born my-friends
The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.
fighting past men
It's past parsons to console us: No, nor no doctor fetch for me: I can die without my bolus; Two of a trade, lass, never agree! Parson and Doctor!--don't they love rarely Fighting the devil in other men's fields! Stand up yourself and match him fairly: Then see how the rascal yields!
women thinking tests
What a woman thinks of women is the test of her nature.
passion plot needs
In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.
horse ocean moving
Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life! - In tragic hints here see what evermore Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, To throw that faint thin fine upon the shore!