George Eliot Quotes
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Mary Anne 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 is the author of seven novels, including Adam Bede , The Mill on the Floss , Silas Marner , Middlemarch , and Daniel Deronda , most of which are set in provincial England and known for their realism and psychological insight.

She used a male pen name, she said, to ensure that her works would be taken seriously. Female authors were published under their own names during Eliot's life, but she wanted to escape the stereotype of women's writing only lighthearted romances. She also wished to have her fiction judged separately from her already extensive and widely known work as an editor and critic. An additional factor in her use of a pen name may have been a desire to shield her private life from public scrutiny and to prevent scandals attending her relationship with the married George Henry Lewes, with whom she lived for over 20 years.

Eliot's Middlemarch has been described by Martin Amis and Julian Barnes as the greatest novel in the English language.

✵ 22. November 1819 – 22. December 1880   •   Other names Marian Evans
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George Eliot Quotes

“The immortal name of Jubal filled the sky,
While Jubal lonely laid him down to die.”

The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Context: But ere the laughter died from out the rear,
Anger in front saw profanation near;
Jubal was but a name in each man's faith
For glorious power untouched by that slow death
Which creeps with creeping time; this too, the spot,
And this the day, it must be crime to blot,
Even with scoffing at a madman's lie:
Jubal was not a name to wed with mockery.
Two rushed upon him: two, the most devout
In honor of great Jubal, thrust him out,
And beat him with their flutes. 'Twas little need;
He strove not, cried not, but with tottering speed,
As if the scorn and howls were driving wind
That urged his body, serving so the mind
Which could but shrink and yearn, he sought the screen
Of thorny thickets, and there fell unseen.
The immortal name of Jubal filled the sky,
While Jubal lonely laid him down to die.

“when a man had deserved his good luck, it was the part of his neighbours to wish him joy.”

Conclusion (at page 183)
Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe (1861)

“He fled to his usual refuge, that of hoping for some unforeseen turn of fortune, some favourable chance which would save him from unpleasant consequences – perhaps even justify his insincerity by manifesting prudence.
In this point of trusting in some throw of fortune's dice, Godfrey can hardly be called old-fashioned. Favourable Chance is the god of all men who follow their own devices instead of obeying a law they believe in. Let even a polished man of these days get into a position he is ashamed to avow, and his mind will be bent on all the possible issues that may deliver him from the calculable results of that position. Let him live outside his income, or shirk the resolute honest work that brings wages, and he will presently find himself dreaming of a possible benefactor, a possible simpleton who may be cajoled into using his interest, a possible state of mind in some possible person not yet forthcoming. Let him neglect the responsibilities of his office, and he will inevitably anchor himself on the chance, that the thing left undone may turn out not to be of the supposed importance. Let him betray his friend's confidence, and he will adore that same cunning complexity called Chance, which gives him the hope that his friend will never know. Let him forsake a decent craft that he may pursue the gentilities of a profession to which nature never called him, and his religion will infallibly be the worship of blessed Chance, which he will believe in as the mighty creator of success. The evil principle deprecated in that religion, is the orderly sequence by which the seed brings forth a crop after its kind.”

Source: Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe (1861), Chapter 9 (at page 73-74)

“It was a room where you had no reason for sitting in one place rather than in another.”

Ch. 54 http://books.google.com/books?id=A2wOAAAAQAAJ&q=%22It+was+a+room+where+you+had+no+reason+for+sitting+in+one+place+rather+than+in+another%22&pg=PA187#v=onepage
Middlemarch (1871)

“The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.”

As quoted in Golden Gleams of Thought from the Words of Leading Orators, Divines, Philosophers, Statesmen and Poets (1881) by S. Pollock Linn; also in Still Waters http://books.google.com/books?id=VjAqAAAAYAAJ (1913)

“Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities.”

Daniel Deronda (1876)

“The blessed work of helping the world forward, happily does not wait to be done by perfect men.”

"Janet's Repentance" Ch. 10 in Scenes of Clerical Life (1858); this has appeared in paraphrased form as: "The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men."
Scenes of Clerical Life (1858)

“Every man who is not a monster, a mathematician, or a mad philosopher, is the slave of some woman or other.”

"The Sad Fortunes of the Rev. Amos Barton" Ch. 4
Scenes of Clerical Life (1858)

“[Mr Johnson] "You know what a Tory is – one who wants to drive the working men as he'd drive cattle."”

Source: Felix Holt, the Radical (1866), Chapter 11 (at page 121)

“One gets a bad habit of being unhappy.”

The Mill on the Floss (1860)

“Certain winds will make men's temper bad.”

Book 1
The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

“His smile is sweetened by his gravity.”

Book 1
The Spanish Gypsy (1868)

“no sort of duplicity can long flourish without the help of vocal falsehoods”

Source: Silas Marner: The Weaver of Raveloe (1861), Chapter 9 (at page 71)