Half the time she did things not simply, not for themselves; but to make people think this or that; perfect idiocy she knew for no one was ever for a second taken in.
For some time she observed a great yellow butterfly, which was opening and closing its wings very slowly on a little flat stone.What is it to be in love? she demanded, after a long silence; each word...
For she had a great variety of selves to call upon, far more than we have been able to find room for, since a biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves, whereas a...
For nothing was simply one thing.
For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.
Because it is a thousand pities never to say what one feels
All great writers have, of course, an atmosphere in which they seem most at their ease and at their best; a mood of the general mind which they interpret and indeed almost discover, so that we come to...
A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.
The value of education is among the greatest of all human values...
George Eliot makes us share their lives, not in a spirit of condescension or of curiosity, but in a spirit of sympathy. She is no satirist....But she gathers in her large grasp a great bunch of the ma...
A biography is considered complete if it merely accounts for six or seven selves whereas a person may well have as many as a thousand.
Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour--landing at the other end without a single hairpin in one's hair! Shot out at th...
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully?
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Madam, the man cried, leaping to the ground, you're hurt! I'm dead, sir! she replied. A few minutes later, they became engaged.
You’re the only person I’ve ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.
Yet it is true that there was an absent mindedness about her which sometimes made her clumsy; she was apt to think of poetry when she should have been thinking of taffeta; her walk was a little too mu...
Women made civilisation impossible with all their charm all their silliness.
What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?
We insist, it seems, on living.