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
hate hatred form
The intensest form of hatred is that rooted in fear.
hate work pride
I can't abide to see men throw away their tools i' that way, the minute the clock begins to strike, as if they took no pleasure i' their work, and was afraid o' doing a stroke too much.... I hate to see a man's arms drop down as if he was shot, before the clock's fairly struck, just as if he'd never a bit o' pride and delight in's work. The very grindstone 'ull go on turning a bit after you loose it.
hate men yoke
The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature.
hate light fire
Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly.
hate
She hates everything that is not what she longs for.
hate people dear
I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.