George Eliot Quotes

He had a sense that the old man meant to be good-natured and neighbourly; but the kindness fell on him as sunshine falls on the wretched--he had no heart to taste it, and felt that it was very far off him. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot Instead of trying to still his fears, he encouraged them, with that superstitious impression which clings to us all, that if we expect evil very strongly it is the less likely to come. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot 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. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot The yoke a man creates for himself by wrong-doing will breed hate in the kindliest nature. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot That big muscular frame of his held plenty of animal courage, but helped him to no decision when the dangers to be braved were such as could neither be knocked down nor throttled. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot The rich ate and drank freely, accepting gout and apoplexy as things that ran mysteriously in respectable families. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot When Squire Cass's standing dishes diminished in plenty and freshness, his guests had nothing to do but to walk a little higher up the village to Mr. Osgood's, at the Orchards, and they found hams and chines uncut, pork-pies with the scent of the fire in them, spun butter in all its freshness--everything, in fact, that appetites at leisure could desire, in perhaps greater perfection, though not in greater abundance, than at Squire Cass's. ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot Do we not wile away moments of inanity or fatigued waiting by repeating some trivial movement or sound, until the repetition has bred a want, which is incipient habit? ~ Silas Marner by George Eliot "I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs, and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music." ~ The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot One must be poor to know the luxury of giving! ~ Middlemarch by George Eliot