George Eliot Quotes
George Eliot was born Mary Ann Evans, but she used "George Eliot" for her freelance works, novels, and poetry. Some of her most well-known works include: Middlemarch, The Mill on the Floss, and Silas Marner. Read more about the quotes of George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans).
- "Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms."
- George Eliot - "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."
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- "I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music."
- George Eliot - "It is never to late to be what you might have been."
- George Eliot - "Life began with waking up and loving my mother's face."
- George Eliot - "Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away."
- George Eliot - "Perhaps the most delightful friendships are those in which there is much agreement, much disputation, and yet more personal liking."
- George Eliot - "She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts."
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- "The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone."
- George Eliot - "There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer /committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear."
- George Eliot - "What a wretched lot of old shriveled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind - the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship."
- George Eliot
