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
light thrill guests
If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wineglass to the light and look judicial.
heaven earth fit
Jews are not fit for Heaven, but on earth they are most useful.
bitter
I will to make life less bitter for a few within my reach.
judging secret sin
We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.
fishes
Net the large fish and you are sure to have the small fry.
past confession form
... it is because sympathy is but a living again through our own past in a new form, that confession often prompts a response of confession.
mother spiritual brother
The impulse to confession almost always requires the presence of a fresh ear and a fresh heart; and in our moments of spiritual need, the man to whom we have no tie but our common nature, seems nearer to us than mother, brother, or friend. Our daily familiar life is but a hiding of ourselves from each other behind a screen of trivial words and deeds, and those who sit with us at the same hearth, are often the farthest off from the deep human soul within us, full of unspoken evil and unacted good.
may done better-yourself
There's things to put up wi' in ivery place, an' you may change an' change an' not better yourself when all's said an' done.
lips pity divine
The tale of the Divine Pity was never yet believed from lips that were not felt to be moved by human pity.
ease scene born
There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.
blow wind bird
Well, I aren't like a bird-clapper, forced to make a rattle when the wind blows on me. I can keep my own counsel when there's no good i' speaking.
children lying men
All honour and reverence to the divine beauty of form! Let us cultivate it to the utmost in men, women and children -- in our gardens and in our houses. But let us love that other beauty too, which lies in no secret of proportion but in the secret of deep human sympathy.
heart done bits
There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.
soul feelings firsts
The first sense of mutual love excludes other feelings; it will have the soul all to itself.