Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.

George Eliot

George Eliot

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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It is a mere cowardice to seek safety in negations. No character becomes strong in that way. You will be thrown into the world some day and then every rational satisfaction your nature that you deny now will assault like a savage appetite.

But we are frightened at much that is not strictly conceivable.

I thirsted for the unknown: the thirst is gone. O God, let me stay with the known, and be weary of it: I am content.

Let us rather be thankful that our sorrow lives in us as an indestructible force, only changing its form, as forces do, and passing from pain into sympathy—the one poor word which includes all our best insight and our best love.

When our indignation is borne in submissive silence, we are apt to feel twinges of doubt afterwards as to our own generosity, if.

There was no reason why I should go anywhere. The world about me seemed like a vision that was hurrying by while I stood still with my pain.

Doubtless a great anguish may do the work of years, and we may come out from that baptism of fire with a soul full of new awe and new pity.

Fear was stronger than the calculation of probabilities.

It is not true that love makes all things easy, it makes us chose things that are difficult.

There were women in Raveloe, at that present time, who had worn one of the Wise Woman's little bags round their necks, and, in consequence, had never had an idiot child, as Ann Coulter had.

But let the wise be warned against too great readiness at explanation: it multiplies the sources of mistake, lengthening the sum for reckoners sure to go wrong.

Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning; but give me the man who has pluck to fight when he's sure of losing. That's my way, sir; and there are many victories worse than a defeat.

The evenings were delicious in that quiet spot, when the new hay-ricks lately set up were sending forth odours to mingle with the breath of the rich old garden.

when a man’s said what he means, he’d better stop, for th’ ale ’ull be none the better for stannin’. An.