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George Eliot Quotes - Page 18

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Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another

Souls have complexions too: what will suit one will not suit another

Soul, Suits, Middlemarch

George Eliot (1873). “Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life”, p.7

The law and medicine should be very serious professions to undertake, should they not? People's lives and fortunes depend on them.

Law, Medicine, People

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.63, Penguin

Errors look so very ugly in persons of small means -one feels they are taking quite a liberty in going astray; whereas people of fortune may naturally indulge in a few delinquencies.

Mistake, Mean, Errors

'Scenes of Clerical Life' (1858) 'Janet's Repentance' ch. 25

Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.

Stupid, Sarcasm, Blow

George Eliot (2013). “The Complete Novels of George Eliot: Adam Bede + The Lifted Veil + The Mill on the Floss + Silas Marner + Romola + Brother Jacob + Felix Holt the Radical + Middlemarch + Daniel Deronda”, p.2215, e-artnow

There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.

Pain, Hatred, Cry

George Eliot (1871). “Felix Holt, the Radical”, p.14

I suppose it was that in courtship everything is regarded as provisional and preliminary, and the smallest sample of virtue or accomplishment is taken to guarantee delightful stores which the broad leisure of marriage will reveal. But the door-sill of marriage once crossed, expectation is concentrated on the present. Having once embarked on your marital voyage, it is impossible not to be aware that you make no way and that the sea is not within sight-that, in fact, you are exploring an enclosed basin.

Taken, Sight, Doors

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.136, Penguin

I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you.

Levels, Materialism, Felt

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.371, Penguin

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.

Growth, Bud, Sap

George Eliot (1869). “Silas Marner and Scenes of Clerical Life”, p.35

The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.

Wisdom, Lying, Smell

George Eliot (1866). “Felix Holt: The Radical”, p.31

To an old memory like mine the present days are but as a little water poured on the deep.

Memories, Water, Littles

George Eliot (1869). “Felix Holt: The Radical”, p.225

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

Memories, Facts, Sometimes

George Eliot (2016). “Silas Marner: Top Novelist Focus”, p.50, 谷月社

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.

Truth, Sound, Half

George Eliot (1863). “Romola”, p.25

The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer.

Truth, Disposition, Colour

George Eliot (2016). “Felix Holt ,The Radical”, p.469, George Eliot

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.

Men, Air, Evil

George Eliot (2016). “Adam Bede”, p.422, George Eliot

The sense of an entailed disadvantage - the deformed foot doubtfully hidden by the shoe, makes a restlessly active spiritual yeast, and easily turns a self-centered, unloving nature into an Ishmaelite.

Spiritual, Nature, Self

George Eliot (2016). “Daniel Deronda: Top Novelist Focus”, p.153, 谷月社

I've been turning it over in after-dinner speeches, but it looks awkward-it's not what people are used to-it wants a good deal of Latin to make it go down.

Latin, People, Awkward

George Eliot (1871). “Felix Holt, the Radical”, p.51

You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es

Disappointment, Lying, Forever

George Eliot (2006). “Daniel Deronda Volume Iii EasyRead Editi”, p.38, ReadHowYouWant.com

He was one of those men, and they are not the commonest, of whom we can know the best only by following them away from the marketplace, the platform, and the pulpit, entering with them into their own homes, hearing the voice with which they speak to the young and aged about their own hearthstone, and witnessing their thoughtful care for the everyday wants of everyday companions, who take all their kindness as a matter of course, and not as a subject for panegyric.

Kindness, Home, Men

George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.72, Delphi Classics

One's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated.

Pride, Self, Satisfaction

George Eliot (2016). “Middlemarch”, p.148, Xist Publishing

Perhaps his might be one of the natures where a wise estimate of consequences is fused in the fires of that passionate belief which determines the consequences it believes in.

Wise, Believe, Fire

George Eliot (2016). “Daniel Deronda: Top Novelist Focus”, p.447, 谷月社

Children demand that their heroes should be fleckless, and easily believe them so .

Children, Believe, Hero

George Eliot (2016). “Daniel Deronda”, p.199, George Eliot

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .

Friendship, Character, Self

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch”, p.162, Booklassic

Boots and shoes are the greatest trouble of my life. Everything else one can turn and turn about, and make old look like new; but there's no coaxing boots and shoes to look better than they are.

Life, Shoes, Looks

George Eliot (1858). “Scenes of Clerical Life”, p.35

There is no short-cut no patent tram-road, to wisdom. After all the centuries of invention, the soul's path lies through the thorny wilderness which must still be trodden in solitude, with bleeding feet, with sobs for help, as it was trodden by them of old time.

Wisdom, Lying, Cutting

George Eliot (2016). “The Lifted Veil”, p.23, George Eliot

May I reach That purest heaven - be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony; Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty. Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And in the diffusion ever more intense! So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.

Love, Sweet, Agony

George Eliot (1900). “Armgart: The Spanish Gypsy, and Other Poems”

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