George Meredith
![George Meredith](/assets/img/authors/george-meredith.jpg)
George Meredith
George Meredith, OMwas an English novelist and poet of the Victorian era...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth12 February 1828
desires fain fling love
Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless; / Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free.
being-yourself being-single betrayed
We are betrayed by what is false within
small-changes silence speech
Speech is the small change of silence.
intellectual cynicism dandyism
Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.
casts picks gems
How many a thing which we cast to the ground, When others pick it up, becomes a gem!
miracle
Faith works miracles. At least it allows time for them.
knowledge men blow
Cultivated men and women who do not skim the cream of life, and are attached to the duties, yet escape the harsher blows, make acute and balanced observers.
kissing sea honey
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
food kissing cooking
Kissing don't last: cookery do!
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.
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.
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!
wine imagination house
A house with a great wine stored below lives in our imagination as a joyful house, fast and splendidly rooted in the soil.
horse heart long
George Eliot has the heart of Sappho; but the face, with the long proboscis, the protruding teeth of the Apocalyptic horse, betrayed animality.