A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth as easily as primitive… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“I at least have so much to do in unravelling certain human lots, and seeing how they were woven and interwoven, that… — 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 Image
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 Image
Scepticismcan never be thoroughly applied, else life would come to a standstill. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
“[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 Image
“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 Image
“... 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 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
And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
