Those bitter sorrows of childhood!-- when sorrow is all new and strange, when hope has not yet got wings to fly beyond the days and weeks, and the space from summer to summer seems measureless.

George Eliot

George Eliot

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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Marner was in the right in what he said about a man's turning away a blessing from his door: it falls to somebody else. I wanted to pass for childless once, Nancy – I shall pass for childless now against my wish.

With the fine instinct of a lover, he felt that it would be best for her to hear his voice before she saw him.

Marner took her into his lap, trembling with an emotion mysterious to himself, at something unknown dawning on his life. Thought and feeling were so confused with him, that if he had tried to give them utterance, he could only have said that the child was come instead of the gold--that the gold had turned into the child.

Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.

Excessive literary production is a social offense.

True love for a good woman is a great thing, Susan. It shapes many a rough fellow.

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?

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.

Blameless people are always the most exasperating.

A hidden soul seemed to be flowing forth from Rosamund's fingers, and so indeed it was, since souls live on in perpetual echoes, and to all fine expression there goes somewhere an originating activity, if it be only that of an interpreter.

But it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.

A man never lies with more delicious languor under the influence of a passion than when he has persuaded himself that he shall subdue it to-morrow.

He did not shrug his shoulders; and for want of that muscular outlet he thought the more irritably of beautiful lips kissing holy skulls and other emptinesses ecclesiastically enshrined.

But at present this caution against a too hasty judgment interests me more in relation to Mr. Casaubon than to his young cousin.