Quote by George Eliot Download Open image ““She says, he is a great soul.—A great bladder for dried peas to rattle in!” said Mrs. Cadwallader.”” — George Eliot ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Mrs Darley, I noticed, always had her corn dolly amidst an arrangement of cornflowers and poppies (albeit they were artificial!). The corn, I was… — Carole Carlton Copy Share Image
“As I followed Elsie back along the riverbank, I brushed my fingertips against the silky catkins on the willow trees and wished Daddy had failed the medical examination too. I stopped now and then to collect interesting-looking pebbles that clacked together satisfyingly in my pockets, and to pick the pretty wildflowers: stitchwort and ragwort, silverweed and harebell, lady's purse and… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share
“In our forests part divine and makes her heart palpitate wild and tame are one. What a delicious Sound!” — John Cage Copy Share Image
“My thoughts hovered over all varieties of mortal edible, and finally settled on a porterhouse steak and a quart of bitter with a welsh… — John Buchan Copy Share Image
“All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair— The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing— And Winter, slumbering in the open air,… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“And the English soul, if it resided anywhere, was surely in some unheroic back garden—a patch of lawn, a bed of roses, a row… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“In his heart, hope—that indestructible weed of the human heart—had begun to bloom again.” — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes and praising… — Patricia A. McKillip Copy Share Image
“She's an enchanting garden full of beautiful flowers, coiled around every stem, a deadly serpent.” — Mr. Joshua Shaw Copy Share Image
“What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share
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