Authors - George Eliot
Mary Anne Evans (22 November 1819 - 22 December 1880), better known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, journalist and translator, and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. She is the author of seven novels, including Adam Bede (1859), The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861), Middlemarch (1871-72), and Daniel Deronda (1876), most of them set in provincial England and well known for their realism and psychological insight. - Wikipedia
Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Our deeds are like children that are born to us; they live and act apart from our own will. Nay, children may be strangled, but deeds never: they have an indestructible life both in and out of our consciousness.
Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.
Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.
Every man who is not a monster, mathematician or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.
Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision.
Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
Some people did what their neighbors did so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
An angry father is most cruel towards himself.
As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human kind.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
There is no feeling, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music.
I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined for life?