Obligation may be stretched till it is no better than a brand of slavery stamped on us when we were too young to know its meaning.

George Eliot

George Eliot

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbour's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.

And when a woman's will is as strong as the man's who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment.

Character is not cut in marble - it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.

She is a good creature—that fine girl—but a little too earnest, he thought. It is troublesome to talk to such women. They are always wanting reasons, yet they are too ignorant to understand the merits of any question, and usually fall back on their moral sense to settle things after their own taste.

when the people have made up their mind as they are making it up now, they don’t want a man—they only want a vote.

But now, since they had been in Rome, with all the depths of her emotion roused to tumultuous activity, and with life made a new problem by new elements, she had been becoming more and more aware, with a certain terror, that her mind was continually sliding into inward fits of anger and repulsion, or else into forlorn weariness.

If you could make a pudding wi' thinking o' the batter, it 'ud be easy getting dinner.

Mr. Poyser had no reason to be ashamed of his leg, and suspected that the growing abuse of top-boots and other fashions tending to disguise the nether limbs had their origin in a pitiable degeneracy of the human calf.

The lines and lights of the human countenance are like other symbols,–not always easy to read without a key.

Aye, an' she's a pleasant-looked un too," said Wiry Ben. "I'll stick up for the pretty women preachin'; I know they'd persuade me over a deal sooner nor th' ugly men. I shouldna wonder if I turn Methody afore the night's out, an' begin to coort the preacher, like Seth Bede.

People are almost always better than their neighbors think they are.

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.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that—to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.