George Eliot Quotes
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I will to make life less bitter for a few within my reach.
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To think of the part one little woman can play in the life of a man, so that to renounce her may be a very good imitation of heroism, and to win her may be a discipline.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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When you get me a good man made out of arguments, I will get you a good dinner with reading you the cookery book.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.
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Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.
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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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in certain crises direct expression of sympathy is the least possible to those who most feel sympathy.
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The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.
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In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.
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Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.
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One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
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There is a mercy which is weakness, and even treason against the common good.
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Where Jack isn't safe, Tom's in danger.
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I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.
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But is it what we love, or how we love, That makes true good?
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My books don't seem to belong to me after I have once written them; and I find myself delivering opinions about them as if I had nothing to do with them.
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The early months of marriage often are times of critical tumult,--whether that of a shrimp pool or of deeper water,--which afterwards subside into cheerful peace.
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As to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that, any more than the old church steeple minds the rooks cawing about it.
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She hates everything that is not what she longs for.
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When one is five-and-twenty, one has not chalk-stones at one's finger-ends that the touch of a handsome girl should be entirely indifferent.
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There is no sense of ease like the ease we felt in those scenes where we were born.
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Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.