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
fate self deception
What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
children fate littles
We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
fate arrows breasts
Fate has carried me 'Mid the thick arrows: I will keep my stand Not shrink and let the shaft pass by my breast To pierce another.
giving-up fate thinking
Our life is determined for us--and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing, and only think of bearing what is laid upon us, and doing what is given us to do.
fate passing-away today
Whatever be thy fate today, Remember, this will pass away!
religious taken fate
Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
beyond british-author large realm silence
I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
duty finding happiness impressed
I'm more and more impressed with the duty of finding happiness
almighty denying god match men-and-women women
I'm not denying the women are foolish: God almighty made 'em to match the men
almighty british-author denying god match women
I'm not denying that women are foolish: God almighty made 'em to match the men.
again choir dead immortal invisible join minds oh
Oh may I join the choir invisible / Of those immortal dead who live again / In minds made better by their presence.
crop good last
It's but little good you'll do, a watering the last year's crop
hatched pity
It was a pity he couldna be hatched o'er again, an' hatched different.
affections affliction against best confess danger defense delight experience gifts ideas joy laughed life living ought passionate perhaps personal sake share study surely sweet teaching though women
We women are always in danger of living too exclusively in the affections; and though our affections are perhaps the best gifts we have, we ought also to have our share of the more independent life -- some joy in things for their own sake. It is piteous to see the helplessness of some sweet women when their affections are disappointed -- because all their teaching has been, that they can only delight in study of any kind for the sake of a personal love. They have never contemplated an independent delight in ideas as an experience which they could confess without being laughed at. Yet surely women need this defense against passionate affliction even more than men.