Death is the only physician, the shadow of his valley the only journeying that will cure us of age and the gathering… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The years seem to rush by now, and I think of death as a fast approaching end of a journey-double and treble… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The Jews are among the aristocracy of every land; if a literature is called rich in the possession of a few classic… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Dear Friends all, A thousand Christmas pleasures and blessings to you -- good resolutions and bright hopes for the New Year! Amen.… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy. I am just beginning to make some progress in… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
There is hardly any contact more depressing to a young ardent creature than that of a mind in which years full of… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Shepperton Church was a very different looking building five-and-twenty years ago. To be sure, its substantial stone tower looks at you through… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Her future, she thought, was likely to be worse than her past, for after her years of contented renunciation, she had slipped… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Fine old Christmas, with the snowy hair and ruddy face, had done his duty that year in the noblest fashion, and had… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Every year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead. — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Doubtless a great anguish may do the work of years, and we may come out from that baptism of fire with a… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence; it… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
For years after Lydgate remembered the impression produced in him by this involuntary appeal-this cry from soul to soul, without other consciousness… — 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