George Eliot
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The mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims.
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.
The least they pretended was that they were going to cut Lowick Parish into sixes and sevens.
October 20, 2025 at 3:51 PM
The least they pretended was that they were going to cut Lowick Parish into sixes and sevens.
As empty of real conviction as the rage of a pantomime king, and would be ludicrous if its effects did not make it appear diabolical.
October 19, 2025 at 6:10 PM
As empty of real conviction as the rage of a pantomime king, and would be ludicrous if its effects did not make it appear diabolical.
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King.
October 18, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Ruin seize thee, ruthless King.
Welcome conqueror of degenerate kings.
October 18, 2025 at 2:02 PM
Welcome conqueror of degenerate kings.
And the Duke of York too, go home.
October 17, 2025 at 7:02 PM
And the Duke of York too, go home.
This letter will at least convince you that I am not eaten up by wolves.
October 17, 2025 at 3:10 PM
This letter will at least convince you that I am not eaten up by wolves.
Three nails driven into the head commemorated as many crises in Maggie’s nine years of earthly struggle; that luxury of vengeance having been suggested to her by the picture of Jael destroying Sisera in the old Bible.
October 14, 2025 at 4:55 PM
Three nails driven into the head commemorated as many crises in Maggie’s nine years of earthly struggle; that luxury of vengeance having been suggested to her by the picture of Jael destroying Sisera in the old Bible.
What is that religion of yours, that places visions before natural duties?
October 13, 2025 at 3:14 PM
What is that religion of yours, that places visions before natural duties?