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George Eliot Quotes

(1819-1880), British Novelist

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

Category: Abstinence

No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.

Category: Achievement

The beginning of an acquaintance whether with persons or things is to get a definite outline of our ignorance.

Category: Acquaintance

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

Category: Action

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

Category: Action

'Tis God gives skill, but not without men's hand: He could not make Antonio Stradivarius's violins without Antonio.

Category: Action

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.

Category: Adversity

Few women, I fear, have had such reason as I have to think the long sad years of youth were worth living for the sake of middle age.

Category: Age And Aging

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

Category: Age And Aging

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.

Category: Ambition

Breed is stronger than pasture.

Category: Ancestry

Animals are such agreeable friends, they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

Category: Animals

Great feelings will often take the aspect of error, and great faith the aspect of illusion.

Category: Appearance

Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning, but give me the man who has pluck to fight when he's sure of losing. That's my way, sir; and there are many victories worse than a defeat.

Category: Battles

There are various orders of beauty, causing men to make fools of themselves in various styles... but there is one order of beauty which seems made to turn the heads not only of men, but of all intelligent mammals, even of women. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle and to engage in conscious mischief --a beauty with which you can never be angry, but that you feel ready to crush for inability to comprehend the state of mind into which it throws you.

Category: Beauty