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Born in November 22, 1819 / Died in December 22, 1880 / United Kingdom / English

Quotes by George Eliot

Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.
No compliment can be eloquent, except as an expression of indifference.
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.
There is a sort of subjection which is the peculiar heritage of largeness and of love; and strength is often only another name for willing bondage to irremediable weakness.
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other?
We must not inquire too curiously into motives... They are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light.
Our impartiality is kept for abstract merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw.
Can any man or woman choose duties? No more that they can choose their birthplace, or their father or mother.
That big muscular frame of his held plenty of animal courage, but helped him to no decision when the dangers to be braved were such as could neither be knocked down nor throttled.
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
It always seemed to me a sort of clever stupidity only to have one sort of talent - like a carrier pigeon
What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
Every man who is not a monster, mathematician or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.
It�s never too late to be who you might have been!
We cannot reform our forefathers
Every woman is supposed to have the same set of motives, or else to be a monster.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined - to strengthen each other - to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
. . . 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 escapes by transformation.
... the only way in which Mr. Brooke could be coerced into thinking of the right arguments at the right time was to be well plied with them ti...
Only those who know the supremacy of the intellectual life can understand the grief of one who falls from that serene activity into the absorbing soul-wasting struggle with worldly annoyances.
When one wanted one's interests looking after whatever the cost, it was not so well for a lawyer to be over honest, else he might not be up to other people's tricks.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.
Some people did what their neighbors did so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.