It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
GEORGE ELIOTOne has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.
More George Eliot Quotes
-
-
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
GEORGE ELIOT -
Souls live on in perpetual echoes.
GEORGE ELIOT -
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
GEORGE ELIOT -
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.
GEORGE ELIOT -
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
GEORGE ELIOT -
The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
GEORGE ELIOT -
“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
GEORGE ELIOT -
Your trouble’s easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
GEORGE ELIOT -
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
GEORGE ELIOT -
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
GEORGE ELIOT -
I flutter all ways, and fly in none.
GEORGE ELIOT -
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 -
What a wretched lot of old shrivelled 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 -
I have nothing to tell except travellers’ stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
GEORGE ELIOT -
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
GEORGE ELIOT






