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
Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of...
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? - an enfolding of...
Ignorant kindness may have the effect of cruelty; but to be angry with it as...
Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns...
Among all forms of mistake, prophecy is the most gratuitous
I can't bare fishing. I think people look like fools sitting watching a line hour...
We hand folks over to God's mercy, and show none ourselves.
The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less...
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
It's but little good you'll do a-watering the last year's crops.
Consequences are unpitying.
A toddling little girl is a centre of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar...
Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.
Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
That's what a man wants in a wife, mostly; he wants to make sure one...
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine...
Excessive literary production is a social offense.