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George Eliot

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About George Eliot

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 (1862–1863), Felix Holt, the Radical (1866), Middlemarch (1871–1872) and Daniel Deronda (1876). Her novels are known for their realism, psychological insight, sense of place, and detailed depiction of the countryside. Middlemarch was descr…

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I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.

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There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have …
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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.