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George Eliot Quotes - Page 8

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Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.

Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.

Pain, People, Literature

George Eliot (2016). “The Mill On The Floss”, p.592, George Eliot

Often the soul is ripened into fuller goodness while age has spread an ugly film, so that mere glances can never divine the preciousness of the fruit.

Soul, Age, Ugly

George Eliot (2004). “Silas Marner (Sparklesoup Classics)”, p.89, Sparklesoup LLC

Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?

Inspirational, Names, Goal

George Eliot (2016). “Adam Bede”, p.110, George Eliot

It is not ignoble to feel that the fuller life which a sad experience has brought us is worth our personal share of pain. The growth of higher feeling within us is like the growth of faculty, bringing with it a sense of added strength. We can no more wish to return to a narrower sympathy than painters or musicians can wish to return to their cruder manner, or philosophers to their less complete formulas.

Pain, Sadness, Feelings

George Eliot (1884). “George Eliot's Works”

People who live at a distance are naturally less faulty than those immediately under our own eyes.

Distance, Eye, People

George Eliot (2012). “The Mill on the Floss”, p.166, Courier Corporation

One can say everything best over a meal.

Food, Meals

George Eliot (2005). “Four Novels of George Eliot”, p.119, Wordsworth Editions

Starting a long way off the true point, and proceeding by loops and zigzags , we now and then arrive just where we ought to be.

Long, Way, Now And Then

"Complete Works of George Eliot".

Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.

Wall, Truth, Paradise

George Eliot (1863). “Romola”, p.105

I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.

Conceited, Thinking, People

George Eliot (2016). “The Mill On The Floss”, p.382, George Eliot

The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.

Cute, Idiot, Wit

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.206, Penguin

I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.

Play, Saws, Stories

Some discouragement, some faintness of heart at the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not unusual, and we do not expect people to be deeply moved by what is not unusual. That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind, and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

Real, Lying, Heart

Middlemarch bk. 2, ch. 20 (1871 - 1872)

Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.

Memories, Mind, Cobwebs

George Eliot (1863). “Romola: In Two Volumes”, p.105

History, we know, is apt to repeat itself.

History, Repeats, Knows

George Eliot (1884*). “Silas Marner, The lifted veil, and Brother Jacob. Scenes of clerical life”

If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.

Heart, Squirrels, History

"Middlemarch". Volume 1,

We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.

Children, Fate, Littles

To fear the examination of any proposition apears to me an intellectual and a moral palsy that will ever hinder the firm grasping of any substance whatever.

Fear, Intellectual, Examination

George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.6448, Delphi Classics

It's no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.

Pockets, Use, Holes

Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.

Past, Joy, Sorrow

George Eliot (1955). “The George Eliot Letters: 1878-1880”

Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.

Friends, Yesterday, Forever

In poor Rosamond's mind there was not room enough for luxuries to look small in.

Luxury, Mind, Looks

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch”, p.728, Sheba Blake Publishing

Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

Moving, Past, Cities

George Eliot (2015). “Middlemarch”, p.211, Booklassic

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.

Dark, Voice, Rivers

George Eliot (2005). “Four Novels of George Eliot”, p.943, Wordsworth Editions

I don't want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.

Book, Writing, Giving

George Eliot (1954). “The George Eliot Letters: 1859-1861”

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.

Children, Childhood, Earth

George Eliot (2012). “The Mill on the Floss”, p.30, Courier Corporation

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