Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The early months of marriage often are times of critical tumult,--whether that of a shrimp pool or of deeper water,--which afterwards subside… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth; we are saved by making the future present to ourselves. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The floods of nonsense printed in the form of critical opinions seem to me a chief curse of the times, a chief… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“At one time you take pleasure in a sort of perverse self-denial, and at another you have not resolution to resist a… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“But with regard to critical occasions, it often happens that all moments seem comfortably remote until the last.” — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“There is no hopelessness so sad as that of early youth, when the soul is made up of wants, and has no… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Perhaps there is no time in a summer's day more cheering, than when the warmth of the sun is just beginning to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Fielding lived when the days were longer (for time, like money, is measured by our needs), when summer afternoons were spacious, and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“We cannot speak a loyal word and be meanly silent, we cannot kill and not kill in the same moment; but a… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There's times when the crockery seems alive, an' flies out o' your hand like a bird. It's like the glass, sometimes, 'ull… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Romanticism, which has helped to fill some dull blanks with love and knowledge, had not yet penetrated the times with its leaven… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There comes a terrible moment to many souls when the great movements of the world, the larger destinies of mankind, which have… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
What deep and worthy love is so, whether of woman or child, or art or music. Our caresses, our tender words, our… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“The terror of being judged sharpens the memory: it sends an inevitable glare over that long-unvisited past which has been habitually recalled… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Some discouragement, some faintness of heart at the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not unusual, and we do not… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
What moments of despair that life would ever be made precious to me by the consciousness that I lived to some good… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Poor child! it was very early for her to know one of those supreme moments in life when all we have hoped… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Men, like planets, have both a visible and an invisible history. The astronomer threads the darkness with strict deduction, accounting so for… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
No matter whether failure came A thousand different times, For one brief moment of success, Life rang its golden chimes. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
I shall never love anybody. I can't love people. I hate them.' 'The time will come, dear, the time will come. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“it seemed to him as if he were beholding in a magic panorama a future where he himself was sliding into that… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it if it were not the earth… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“The middle-aged, who have lived through their strongest emotions, but are yet in the time when memory is still half passionate and… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“I will wait till after Christmas.” What should we all do without the calendar, when we want to put off a disagreeable… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“It is the moment when our resolution seems about to become irrevocable - when the fatal iron gates are about to close… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Minds that have been unhinged from their old faith and love, have perhaps sought this Lethean influence of exile, in which the… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
With memory set smarting like a reopened wound, a man's past is not simply a dead history, an outworn preparation of the… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food--it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“There is something sustaining in the very agitation that accompanies the first shocks of trouble, just as an acute pain is often… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“The lapse of time during which a given event has not happened, is, in this logic of habit, constantly alleged as a… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“But the first glad moment in our first love is a vision which returns to us to the last, and brings with… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“In the midst of life we are in death” — how the present moment is all we can call our own for… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“Language gives a fuller image, which is all the better for beings vague. After all, the true seeing is within; and painting… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles. — George Eliot Copy Share
But the effect of her being on those around her was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on… — George Eliot Copy Share
Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill. — George Eliot Copy Share
Under every guilty secret there is hidden a brood of guilty wishes, whose unwholesome infecting life is cherished by the darkness. — George Eliot Copy Share
The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special, but is a yearning to escape from… — George Eliot Copy Share
“[W]e must learn to accommodate ourselves to the discovery that some of those cunningly-fashioned instruments called human souls have only a very limited range… — George Eliot Copy Share
“Mr. Casaubon had never had a strong bodily frame, and his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic: it was too languid to thrill out… — George Eliot Copy Share
“... she took her husband's jokes and joviality as patiently as everything else, considering that "men would be so", and viewing the stronger sex… — George Eliot Copy Share
What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity. — George Eliot Copy Share
And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better. — George Eliot Copy Share
“But let the wise be warned against too great readiness at explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure… — George Eliot Copy Share
“But any one watching keenly the stealthy convergence of human lots, sees a slow preparation of effects from one life on another, which tells… — George Eliot Copy Share
Perspective, as its inventor remarked, is a beautiful thing. What horrors of damp huts, where human beings languish, may not become picturesque through aerial… — George Eliot Copy Share
“Sane people did what their neighbours did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.” — George Eliot Copy Share
even those who call themselves 'intimate' know very little about each other - hardly ever know just how a sorrow is felt, and hurt… — George Eliot Copy Share
