George Eliot cytaty

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„Kobieta wierzy, że 2 + 2 zmieni się w 5, jeśli będzie długo płakać i zrobi awanturę.”

„Żadna beznadziejność nie jest tak smutna jak beznadziejność wczesnej młodości, kiedy w duszy są tylko pragnienia.”

„Nie mówię, że kobiety nie są głupie. Stworzono je na podobieństwo mężczyzn.”

„Nasze słowa posiadają skrzydła, lecz często lecą nie tam, gdzie chcemy.”

„Najlepszy przyjaciel – moje źródło na pustyni.”

„Moim artystycznym zamierzeniem nie jest przedstawianie nienagannie prowadzących się osób, lecz ludzi rozmaitych charakterów, których postawa wymaga od nas tolerancji, współczucia i sympatii. I nie mogę ani na krok odejść od tego, co według mnie jest prawdą o postaci.”

„Do wielu anomalii, do jakich skłonna jest natura ludzka, moraliści nigdy nie zaliczali zbytniej życzliwości wobec ludzi, którzy otwarcie lżą.”

„Cóż to za nieopisana ulga, mieć poczucie bezpieczeństwa przy innej osobie, nie musieć ważyć myśli, ani mierzyć słów, lecz wylewać je wszystkie z siebie wiedząc, że wierna dłoń przyjmie je i zachowa…”

„Wkrótce będziemy parą starych, pomarszczonych stworzeń. Nie szkodzi – im brzydsi będziemy w oczach innych, tym piękniejsi będziemy dla siebie nawzajem.”

„Kobieto, jeśli nie możesz być gwiazdą na niebie, bądź przynajmniej lampą naftową w domu!”

„Błazen to człowiek, który oczekuje, że zdarzą się rzeczy, które się nigdy nie wydarzą.”

„Po cóż żyjemy, jeśli nie po to, by życie czynić łatwiejsze dla siebie nawzajem?”

„Szczęście jest opasłą obojętnością dla cudzych trosk.”

„Wszyscy pamiętamy epoki w naszym doświadczeniu, kiedy umiera coś oczekiwanego lub rodzi się nowy motyw.”

“Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.”

“But these things are often unknown to the world; for there is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer – committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed in no human ear.”

“If art does not enlarge men's sympathies, it does nothing morally.”

“Lamech's sons were heroes of their race:
Jubal, the eldest, bore upon his face
The look of that calm river-god, the Nile,
Mildly secure in power that needs not guile.”

“That big muscular frame of his held plenty of animal courage, but helped him to no decision when the dangers to be braved were such as could neither be knocked down nor throttled.”

“There is something strangely winning to most women in that offer of the firm arm; the help is not wanted physically at that moment, but the sense of help, the presence of strength that is outside them and yet theirs, meets a continual want of the imagination.”

“You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only escapes by transformation.”

“Our life is determined for us — and it makes the mind very free when we give up wishing and only think of bearing what is laid upon us and doing what is given us to do.”

“Who can prove
Wit to be witty when with deeper ground
Dulness intuitive declares wit dull?”

“[Most people] are neither extraordinarily silly, nor extraordinarily wicked, nor extraordinarily wise; their eyes are neither deep and liquid with sentiment, nor sparkling with suppressed witticisms; they have probably had no hairbreadth escapes or thrilling adventures; their brains are certainly not pregnant with genius, and their passions have not manifested themselves at all after the fashion of a volcano. … Depend upon it, you would gain unspeakably if you would learn with me to see some of the poetry and the pathos, the tragedy and the comedy, lying in the experience of a human soul that looks out through dull grey eyes, and that speaks in a voice of quite ordinary tones.”

“Come in, Adam, and rest; it has been a hard day for thee.”

“The world would have a new dreariness for her, as a wilderness that a magician’s spells had turned for a little while into a garden.”

“Doubtless a great anguish may do the work of years, and we may come out from that baptism of fire with a soul full of new awe and new pity.”

“High achievements demand some other unusual qualification besides an unusual desire for high prizes.”

“[Christian] … he felt very much like an uninitiated chess-player who sees that the pieces are in a peculiar position on the board, and might open the way for him to give checkmate, if he only knew how.”

“There's folks as make bad butter and trusten to the salt t' hide it.”

“A serious ape whom none take seriously,
Obliged in this fool's world to earn his nuts
By hard buffoonery.”

“I think any hardship is better than pretending to do what one is paid for, and never really doing it.”

“Sad as a wasted passion.”

“Creeds of terror.”

“A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them. ”

“Deeds are the pulse of time. ”

“That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.”

“An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.”

“I see a face of love,
Fair as sweet music when my heart was strong:
Yea — art thou come again to me, great Song?”

“This is life to come, —
Which martyred men have made more glorious
For us who strive to follow. May I reach
That purest heaven, — be to other souls
The cup of strength in some great agony,
Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love,
Beget the smiles that have no cruelty,
Be the sweet presence of a good diffused,
And in diffusion ever more intense!
So shall I join the choir invisible
Whose music is the gladness of the world.”

“O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self,
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge men's search
To vaster issues.”

“Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?”

“The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.”