George Eliot Quotes

All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.

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

One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.

I think I dislike what I don't like more than I like what I like.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.

The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.

Adventure is not outside man; it is within.

Trouble's made us kin.

One can say everything best over a meal.

Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.

Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.

It's never too late to be who you were meant to be.

Appearances have very little to do with happiness.

Don't judge a book by its cover

We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.

Any coward can fight a battle when he's sure of winning.

There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.

It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.

A good horse makes short miles.

Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.

One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!

In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools' pleasure

Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.

Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.

Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.

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

It is as useless to fight against the interpretations of ignorance as to whip the fog.

No man can be wise on an empty stomach.

It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.

After all, the true seeing is within.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.

Souls live on in perpetual echoes.

What do we live for, if not to make life less difficult for each other?