1,496 Quotes by George Eliot

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

..the rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families...

It must be sad to outlive aught we love.

The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection.

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger-not to be interfered with by speech or action which would distract the sensations from the fresh enjoyment of repose.

You have such strong words at command, that they make the smallest argument seem formidable.

Among the blessings of love there is hardly one more exquisite than the sense that in uniting the beloved life to ours we can watch over its happiness, bring comfort where hardship was, and over memories of privation and suffering open the sweetest fountains of joy.

Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?