Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face.

George Eliot

George Eliot

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face. George Eliot

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We must not inquire too curiously into motives,' he interposed, in his measured way. 'Miss Brooke knows that they are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air.

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She handled it (her trade) with all the grace that belongs to mastery.

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.

Some can be happy.

Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.

Attempts at description are stupid. Who can all at once describe a human being? Even when he is presented to us we only begin that knowledge of his appearance which must be completed by innumerable impressions under differing circumstances.

Dear heart, dear heart! But you must have a cup o' tea first, child, said Mrs. Poyser, falling at once from the key of B with five sharps to the frank and genial C.

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The story can be told without many words.

Everything comes to light, Nancy, sooner or later. When God Almighty wills it, our secrets are found out.