English novelist, essayist, poet and journalist (1819–1880)
Mary Ann Evans, known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist, poet, journalist, translator and one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. She wrote seven novels: Adam Bede (1859), The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861), Romola (1862–63), Felix Holt, the Radical (1866), Middlemarch (1871–72) and Daniel Deronda (1876). Like Charles Dickens and Thomas Hardy, she emerged from provincial England; most of her works are set there. Her works are known for their realism, psychological insight, sense of place and detailed depiction of the countryside.
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Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress.
Certainly, the mistakes that we male and female mortals make when we have our own way might fairly raise some wonder that we're so fond of it.
No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
You may try but you can never imagine what it is to have a man's form of genius in you, and to suffer the slavery of being a girl.
A mother's yearning feels the presence of the cherished child even in the degraded man.
There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.
How could a man be satisfied with a decision between such alternatives and under such circumstances No more than he can be satisfied with his hat, which he's chosen from among such shapes as the resources of the age offer him.
Our virtues are dearer to us the more we have had to suffer for them. It is the same with our children. All profound affection entertains a sacrifice. Our thoughts are often worse than we are, just as they are often better.
It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us.