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George Eliot
(22 Nov 1819 - 22 Dec 1880)
English novelist and journalist , the pen name of Mary Anne Evans, a leading Victorian writer, whose well-known works include major works include Adam Bede (1859), The Mill on the Floss (1860), Silas Marner (1861)and Middlemarch (1871–72). She used a male pen name to distinguish her work from the typical romantic novels usually associated with female writers of her time.
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Science Quotes by George Eliot (11 quotes)
Animals are such agreeable friends; they ask no questions, pass no criticisms.
— George Eliot
(Mary Ann Evans, English Novelist)
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving in words evidence of the fact.
— George Eliot
(Mary Ann Evans, English Novelist)
Breed is stronger than pasture.
— George Eliot
(Mary Ann Evans, English Novelist)
Examine your words well, and you will find that even when you have no motive to be false, it is a very hard thing to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings—much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.
— George Eliot
In Adam Bede (1859, 1860), 151.
Falsehood is so easy, truth so difficult.
— George Eliot
In Adam Bede (1859, 1860), 151.
I’ve been turning it over in after-dinner speeches, but it looks awkward—it’s not what people are
used to—it wants a good deal of Latin to make it go down.
— George Eliot
From Felix Holt: The Radical (1866), Vol. 1, 59.
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
— George Eliot
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It’s but little good you’ll do a-watering the last year’s crop.
— George Eliot
In Adam Bede (1862), 175.
Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.
— George Eliot
In Adam Bede (1859, 1860), 89.
Science is properly more scrupulous than dogma. Dogma gives a charter to mistake, but the very breath of science is a contest with mistake, and must keep the conscience alive.
— George Eliot
In Middlemarch: A Study of Provincial Life (1873), 255.
When God makes his presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it was—he only saw the brightness of the Lord.
— George Eliot
In Adam Bede (1859), Vol. 1, 167.