George Eliot, pen name of Mary Ann or Marian Evans
Truth has rough flavors if we bite it through.
There's nothing but what's bearable as long as a man can work... The square o' four is sixteen, and you must lengthen your lever in proportion to your weight, is as true when a man's miserable as when he's happy; and the best o' working is, it gives you a grip hold o' things outside your own lot.
Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth; we are saved by making the future present to ourselves.
To be candid, in Middlemarch phraseology, meant, to use an early opportunity of letting your friends know that you did not take a cheerful view of their capacity, their conduct, or their position; and a robust candor never waited to be asked for its opinion.
'Twas easy following where invention trod — all eyes can see when light flows out from God. And thus did Jubal to his race reveal Music their larger soul, where woe and weal filling the resonant chords, the song, the dance, moved with a wider-winged utterance.
There's nothing kills a man so soon as having nobody to find fault with but himself.
Those only can thoroughly feel the meaning of death who know what is perfect love.
To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.
Two angels guide the path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, on one he leans: some call her Memory, and some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, with deep mysterious accords: the other, floating above, holds down a lamp with streams
There's truth in wine, and there may be some in gin and muddy beer; but whether it's truth worth my knowing, is another question.
Those who have been indulged by fortune and have always thought of calamity as what happens to others, feel a blind incredulous rage at the reversal of their lot, and half believe that their wild cries will alter the course of the storm.
To know intense joy without a strong bodily frame, one must have an enthusiastic soul.
Ugly and deformed people have great need of unusual virtues, because they are likely to be extremely uncomfortable without them.
These 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.
Those who trust us educate us.
To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
Uncomfortable thoughts must be got rid of by good intentions for the future,
The poverty of our imagination is no measure of say the world's resources. Our posterity will no doubt get fuel in ways that we are unable to devise for them.
The sense of security more frequently springs from habit than from conviction, and for this reason it often subsists after such a change in the conditions as might have been expected to suggest alarm. The lapse of time during which a given event has not happened, is, in this logic of habit, constantly alleged as a reason why the event should never happen, even when the lapse of time is precisely the added condition which makes the event imminent. A man will tell you that he has worked in a mine for forty years unhurt by an accident as a reason why he should apprehend no danger, though the roof is beginning to sink; and it is often observable that, the older a man gets, the more difficult it is to him to retain a believing conception of his own death.
The world is great; the stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.
There are many blanks left in the weeks of courtship, which a loving faith fills with happy assurance.
There is hardly any mental misery worse than that of having our own serious phrases, our own rooted beliefs, caricatured by a charlatan or a hireling.
There may be coarse hypocrites, who consciously affect beliefs and emotions for the sake of gulling the world, but Bulstrode was not one of them. He was simply a man whose desires had been stronger than his theoretic beliefs, and who had gradually explained the gratification of his desires into satisfactory agreement with those beliefs. If this be hypocrisy, it is a process which shows itself occasionally in us all.
The presence of a noble nature, generous in its wishes, ardent in its charity, changes the lights for us: we begin to see things again in their larger, quieter masses, and to believe that we too can be seen and judged in the wholeness of our character.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.