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
inspirational life good-intentions
Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future.
our-thoughts
Our thoughts are often worse than we are.
men air evil
There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone; you can't isolate yourself and say that the evil that is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe; evil spreads as necessarily as disease.
truth disposition colour
The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.
truth half dull
It is the way with half the truth amidst which we live, that it only haunts us and makes dull pulsations that are never born into sound.
patience philosophy wrath
There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room, and to have a discussion coolly waived when you feel that justice is all on your own side is even more exasperating in marriage than in philosophy.
memories mind cobwebs
Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
memories facts sometimes
Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.
memories water littles
To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.
wisdom history-repeats-itself repeating-history
History repeats itself.
religious lying religion
I care only to know, if possible, the lasting meaning that lies in all religious doctrine from the beginning till now.
thinking empathy tables
If you had a table spread for a feast, and was making merry with your friends, you would think it was kind to let me come and sit down and rejoice with you, because you'd think I should to share those good things; but I should better to share in your trouble and your labour.
lying track arrogance
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
growth sap bud
Our consciousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us any more than without us; there have been many circulation of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.