George Eliot
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The mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims.
How will you know the pitch of that great bell
Too large for you to stir? Let but a flute
Play 'neath the fine-mixed metal: listen close
Till the right note flows forth, a silvery rill:
Too large for you to stir? Let but a flute
Play 'neath the fine-mixed metal: listen close
Till the right note flows forth, a silvery rill:
November 17, 2025 at 3:37 PM
How will you know the pitch of that great bell
Too large for you to stir? Let but a flute
Play 'neath the fine-mixed metal: listen close
Till the right note flows forth, a silvery rill:
Too large for you to stir? Let but a flute
Play 'neath the fine-mixed metal: listen close
Till the right note flows forth, a silvery rill:
I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.
November 16, 2025 at 5:12 PM
I love words; they are the quoits, the bows, the staves that furnish the gymnasium of the mind.
We insignificant people with our daily words and acts are preparing the lives of many Dorotheas.
November 15, 2025 at 4:04 PM
We insignificant people with our daily words and acts are preparing the lives of many Dorotheas.
Beginning to take a deep breath in my own element, though with a mortifying consciousness that my faculties have become superlatively obtuse.
November 14, 2025 at 7:20 PM
Beginning to take a deep breath in my own element, though with a mortifying consciousness that my faculties have become superlatively obtuse.
It would be a poor result of all our anguish and our wrestling, if we won nothing but our old selves at the end of it—
November 13, 2025 at 3:30 PM
It would be a poor result of all our anguish and our wrestling, if we won nothing but our old selves at the end of it—
A mere hyphen ‘twixt two syllables.
November 12, 2025 at 10:02 PM
A mere hyphen ‘twixt two syllables.
There are few prophets in the world; few sublimely beautiful women; few heroes. I can't afford to give all my love and reverence to such rarities:
November 12, 2025 at 4:30 PM
There are few prophets in the world; few sublimely beautiful women; few heroes. I can't afford to give all my love and reverence to such rarities:
A young enthusiast is unable to imagine the total negation in another mind of the emotions which are stirring his own.
November 11, 2025 at 8:47 PM
A young enthusiast is unable to imagine the total negation in another mind of the emotions which are stirring his own.
Are you ready?
November 11, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Are you ready?
Still, there was a deep difference between that devotion to the living and that indefinite promise of devotion to the dead.
November 10, 2025 at 3:39 PM
Still, there was a deep difference between that devotion to the living and that indefinite promise of devotion to the dead.
It is a good and soothfast saw;
Half-roasted never will be raw;
No dough is dried once more to meal,
No crock new-shapen by the wheel;
You can't turn curds to milk again,
Nor Now, by wishing, back to Then;
And having tasted stolen honey,
You can't buy innocence for money.
Half-roasted never will be raw;
No dough is dried once more to meal,
No crock new-shapen by the wheel;
You can't turn curds to milk again,
Nor Now, by wishing, back to Then;
And having tasted stolen honey,
You can't buy innocence for money.
November 8, 2025 at 5:40 PM
It is a good and soothfast saw;
Half-roasted never will be raw;
No dough is dried once more to meal,
No crock new-shapen by the wheel;
You can't turn curds to milk again,
Nor Now, by wishing, back to Then;
And having tasted stolen honey,
You can't buy innocence for money.
Half-roasted never will be raw;
No dough is dried once more to meal,
No crock new-shapen by the wheel;
You can't turn curds to milk again,
Nor Now, by wishing, back to Then;
And having tasted stolen honey,
You can't buy innocence for money.
Mr. Bulstrode, alone with his brother-in-law, poured himself out a glass of water, and opened a sandwich-box.
“I cannot persuade you to adopt my regimen, Vincy?”
“I cannot persuade you to adopt my regimen, Vincy?”
November 6, 2025 at 8:59 PM
Mr. Bulstrode, alone with his brother-in-law, poured himself out a glass of water, and opened a sandwich-box.
“I cannot persuade you to adopt my regimen, Vincy?”
“I cannot persuade you to adopt my regimen, Vincy?”
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
November 6, 2025 at 6:21 PM
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
They'll give us plenty of heaven. We may have land there. That's the sort of religion they like—a religion that gives us workingmen heaven, and nothing else.
November 5, 2025 at 3:44 PM
They'll give us plenty of heaven. We may have land there. That's the sort of religion they like—a religion that gives us workingmen heaven, and nothing else.
The excitements of an election.
November 4, 2025 at 5:11 PM
The excitements of an election.
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
November 3, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Watch your own speech, and notice how it is guided by your less conscious purposes.
October 31, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Watch your own speech, and notice how it is guided by your less conscious purposes.
Ideas are often poor ghosts; our sun-filled eyes cannot discern them; they pass athwart us in thin vapour, and cannot make themselves felt.
October 30, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Ideas are often poor ghosts; our sun-filled eyes cannot discern them; they pass athwart us in thin vapour, and cannot make themselves felt.
Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty as the hidden process by which the tiny seed is quickened, and bursts forth into tall stem and broad leaf, and glowing tasseled flower.
October 29, 2025 at 2:48 PM
Blessed influence of one true loving human soul on another! Not calculable by algebra, not deducible by logic, but mysterious, effectual, mighty as the hidden process by which the tiny seed is quickened, and bursts forth into tall stem and broad leaf, and glowing tasseled flower.
It is but a shallow haste which concludeth insincerity from what outsiders call inconsistency—putting a dead mechanism of “ifs” and “therefores” for the living myriad of hidden suckers whereby the belief and the conduct are wrought into mutual sustainment.
October 27, 2025 at 4:40 PM
It is but a shallow haste which concludeth insincerity from what outsiders call inconsistency—putting a dead mechanism of “ifs” and “therefores” for the living myriad of hidden suckers whereby the belief and the conduct are wrought into mutual sustainment.
If you would maintain the slightest belief in human heroism, you must never make a pilgrimage to see the hero.
October 24, 2025 at 4:53 PM
If you would maintain the slightest belief in human heroism, you must never make a pilgrimage to see the hero.
A rat as has broke up your house.
October 23, 2025 at 3:42 PM
A rat as has broke up your house.
An incarnation of soul-destroying error.
October 23, 2025 at 3:03 PM
An incarnation of soul-destroying error.
I am going doggedly to work at my novel, seeing what determination can do in the face of despair.
October 22, 2025 at 6:18 PM
I am going doggedly to work at my novel, seeing what determination can do in the face of despair.
By dint of seeing folly, I shall get lessons in patience.
October 21, 2025 at 3:50 PM
By dint of seeing folly, I shall get lessons in patience.