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
sorrow despair young
To the old, sorrow is sorrow; to the young, it is despair.
pain sorrow ears
Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.
blessed sky golden
That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.
silence expressive
Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.
selfishness littles poor
Our selfishness is so robust and many-clutching that, well encouraged, it easily devours all sustenance away from our poor little scruples.
hands punishment pity
Don't let us rejoice in punishment, even when the hand of God alone inflicts it. The best of us are but poor wretches, just saved from shipwreck. Can we feel anything but awe and pity when we see a fellow-passenger swallowed by the waves?
art prayer father
Lord! Thou art with Thy people still; they see Thee in the night-watches, and their hearts burn within them as Thou talkest with them by the way. And Thou art near to those that have not known Thee; open their eyes that they may see Thee--see Thee weeping over them, and saying, "Ye will not come unto me that ye might have life"--see Thee hanging on the cross and saying, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do"--see Thee as Thou wilt come again in Thy glory to judge them at the last. Amen.
home leopards feels
As leopard feels at home with leopard.
strong stars flower
Dark the Night, with breath all flowers, And tender broken voice that fills With ravishment the listening hours,-- Whisperings, wooings, Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills! Dark the night Yet is she bright, For in her dark she brings the mystic star, Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love, From some unknown afar.
night awful mystery
Awful Night! Ancestral mystery of mysteries.
nature sunshine labor
Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.
music grief men
There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.
music ears melody
Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
heart mountain proud
A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.