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
rivers soul receptive
To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.
life sea rivers
So our lives glide on: the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.
rivers feet choices
How will you find good? It is not a thing of choice; it is a river that flows from the foot of the Invisible Throne and flows by the path of obedience.
dark rivers clouds
There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
rivers waiting feelings
Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty — it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
dark voice rivers
How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice...
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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.
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.
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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.