There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire; it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
Quote by George Eliot
George Eliot Quotes
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of...
Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect...
Excessive literary production is a social offense.
A blush is no language; only a dubious flag - signal which may mean either...
We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections.
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow
The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as...
It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of...
But the mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is...
Ignorance is not so damnable as humbug, but when it prescribes pills it may happen...
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect...
All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
Consequences are unpitying.
The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite...
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns...
It is never too late to be who you might have been.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.