George Eliot, the pen name of Mary Ann Evans, was a British author whose novels explored the complexities of human nature and society with profound insight and empathy. Through works such as "Middlemarch" and "The Mill on the Floss," she challenged Victorian conventions and expanded the scope of the novel as an art form, leaving a lasting legacy in English literature.
"Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other?"
"Pride helps us, and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts-not to hurt others."
"O may I join the choir invisibleOf those immortal dead who live againIn minds made better by their presence; liveIn pulses stirred to generosity,In deeds of daring rectitude..."
"It is the favourite stratagem of our passions to sham a retreat, and to turn sharp round upon us at the moment we have made up our minds that the day is our own."
"Oh, you dear good father!" cried Mary, putting her hands round her father s neck, while he bent his head placidly, willing to be caressed. "I wonder if any other girl thinks her father the best man in the world.""Nonsense, child; you ll think your husband better.""Impossible," said Mary, relapsing into her usual tone, "husbands are an inferior class of men, who require keeping in order."
"Music sweeps by me as a messenger carrying a message that is not for me."
"Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement."
"The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama."
"I've always felt that your belongings have never been on a level with you."
"There's folks 'ud stand on their heads and then say the fault was i' their boots."
"It seems as you'll never know the rights of it; but that doesn't hinder there being a rights, Master Marner, for all it's dark to you and me.''No,' said Silas, 'no; that doesn't hinder. Since the time the child was sent to me and I've come to love her as myself, I've had light enough to trusten by; and now she says she'll never leave me, I think I shall trusten until I die."
"We learn to restrain ourselves as we get older. We keep apart when we have quarrelled, express ourselves in well-bred phrases, and in this way preserve a dignified alienation, showing much firmness on one side, and swallowing much grief on the other. We no longer approximate in our behaviour to the mere impulsiveness of the lower animals, but conduct ourselves in every respect like members of a highly civilised society."
"One's self-satisfaction is an untaxed kind of property which it is very unpleasant to find deprecated."
"It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace out all the fibers that knit us to the old."
"Poor fellow! I think he is in love with you.'I am not aware of it. And to me it is one of the most odious things in a girl's life, that there must always be some supposition of falling in love coming between her and any man who is kind to her... I have no ground for the nonsensical vanity of fancying everybody who comes near me is in love with me."
"Decide on what you think is right and stick to it."
"In spite of his practical ability, some of his experience had petrified into maxims and quotations."
"When we are young we think our troubles a mighty business " that the world is spread out expressly as a stage for the particular drama of our lives and that we have a right to rant and foam at the mouth if we are crossed. I have done enough of that in my time."
"All choice of words is slang. It marks a class. "There is correct English: that is not slang. "I beg your pardon: correct English is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. And the strongest slang of all is the slang of poets."
"When a homemaking aunt scolds a niece for following her evangelistic passion instead of domestic pursuits, her reply is interesting. First, she clarifies that God's individual call on her doesn't condemn those in more conventional roles. Then, she says she can no more ignore the cry of the lost than her aunt can the cry of her child."