Quotes by George Eliot
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.
In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.
The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.
She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
You may try but you can never imagine what it is to have a man's form of genius in you, and to suffer the slavery of being a girl.
Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of distinct ideas.
Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking.
Breed is stronger than pasture.
Might, could, would - they are contemptible auxiliaries.
Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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?
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
Consequences are unpitying.
Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.
We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
It is a common enough case, that of a man being suddenly captivated by a woman nearly the opposite of his ideal.
What do we live for; if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?
