George Eliot Quotes About Heart

• It is never too late, no matter how old you get because anytime or any point in your life you can always have a chance to make a difference. You can always make a change for the better no matter what background you derived from. You can always do your best and be all that you can be because you will always be uniquely you. It is why it is always wise to listen to your eternal heart, your eternal instincts, and what it had always strove for and/or to do because really anybody can make a difference not only in their own lives but in the lives of others. It is never too late to shine; never.

  George Eliot

  Inspirational, Softball, Wise

• I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

  George Eliot

  Love, Life, Valentines Day

  George Eliot, John Walter Cross (2010). “George Eliot's Life, as Related in Her Letters and Journals”, p.258, Cambridge University Press

• A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.

  George Eliot

  Friendship, Best Friend, True Friend

• 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.

  George Eliot

  Heart, Squirrels, History

  "Middlemarch". Volume 1,

• Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

  George Eliot

  Relationship, Jealousy, Heart

  George Eliot (2016). “The Mill on the Floss: Top Novelist Focus”, p.394, 谷月社

• The tread Of coming footsteps cheats the midnight watcher Who holds her heart and waits to hear them pause, And hears them never pause, but pass and die.

  George Eliot

  Death, Heart, Waiting

  George Eliot (2016). “Complete Works Of George Eliot”, p.2743, ShandonPress

• For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.

  George Eliot

  Love, Heart, Caring

  George Eliot (2016). “Daniel Deronda: Top Novelist Focus”, p.690, 谷月社

• Some discouragement, some faintness of heart at the new real future which replaces the imaginary, is not unusual, and we do not expect people to be deeply moved by what is not unusual. 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.

  George Eliot

  Real, Lying, Heart

  Middlemarch bk. 2, ch. 20 (1871 - 1872)

• Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

  George Eliot

  Heart, People, Sorrow

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.332, Delphi Classics

• Her heart went out to him with a stronger movement than ever, at the thought that people would blame him. Maggie hated blame; she had been blamed her whole life, and nothing had come of it but evil tempers.

  George Eliot

  Heart, People, Evil

  George Eliot (2006). “Everyone and everything in George Eliot”, M E Sharpe Inc

• Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.

  George Eliot

  Heart, Sadness, Ties

  George Eliot (1859). “Adam Bede”, p.34, London

• A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet; her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.

  George Eliot

  Happiness, Women, Heart

• It is a wonderful subduer-this need of love, this hunger of the heart.

  George Eliot

  Love, Heart, Needs

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.513, Delphi Classics

• A proud heart and a lofty mountain are never fruitful.

  George Eliot

  Heart, Mountain, Proud

• What can still that hunger of the heart which sickens the eye for beauty, and makes sweet-scented ease an oppression?

  George Eliot

  Beauty, Sweet, Heart

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.3376, Delphi Classics

• Lord! Thou art with Thy people still; they see Thee in the night-watches, and their hearts burn within them as Thou talkest with them by the way. And Thou art near to those that have not known Thee; open their eyes that they may see Thee--see Thee weeping over them, and saying, "Ye will not come unto me that ye might have life"--see Thee hanging on the cross and saying, "Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do"--see Thee as Thou wilt come again in Thy glory to judge them at the last. Amen.

  George Eliot

  Art, Prayer, Father

  George Eliot (2016). “Adam Bede”, p.26, George Eliot

• The great river-courses which have shaped the lives of men have hardly changed; and those other streams, the life-currents that ebb and flow in human hearts, pulsate to the same great needs, the same great loves and terrors. As our thought follows close in the slow wake of the dawn, we are impressed with the broad sameness of the human lot, which never alters in the main headings of its history--hunger and labour, seed-time and harvest, love and death.

  George Eliot

  Life, Heart, Men

  George Eliot (2016). “Romola: Top Novelist Focus”, p.6, 谷月社

• There's many a good bit o' work done with a sad heart.

  George Eliot

  Heart, Done, Bits

  George Eliot, Carol A. Martin (2008). “Adam Bede”, p.293, Oxford University Press

• Love is such a simple thing when we have only one-and-twenty summers and a sweet girl of seventeen trembles under our glance, as if she were a bud first opening her heart with wondering rapture to the morning. Such young unfurrowed souls roll to meet each other like two velvet peaches that touch softly and are at rest; they mingle as easily as two brooklets that ask for nothing but to entwine themselves and ripple with ever-interlacing curves in the leafiest hiding-places.

  George Eliot

  Love, Summer, Girl

  George Eliot (2016). “Adam Bede: Top Novelist Focus”, p.113, 谷月社

• The impulse to confession almost always requires the presence of a fresh ear and a fresh heart; and in our moments of spiritual need, the man to whom we have no tie but our common nature, seems nearer to us than mother, brother, or friend. Our daily familiar life is but a hiding of ourselves from each other behind a screen of trivial words and deeds, and those who sit with us at the same hearth, are often the farthest off from the deep human soul within us, full of unspoken evil and unacted good.

  George Eliot

  Spiritual, Mother, Brother

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.3786, Delphi Classics

• Trouble comes to us all in this life: we set our hearts on things which it isn't God's will for us to have, and then we go sorrowing.

  George Eliot

  Heart, Sorrow, Trouble

  George Eliot (2005). “Four Novels of George Eliot”, p.118, Wordsworth Editions

• When we are suddenly released from an acute absorbing bodily pain, our heart and senses leap out in new freedom; we think even the noise of streets harmonious, and are ready to hug the tradesman who is wrapping up our change.

  George Eliot

  Pain, Heart, Thinking

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.3803, Delphi Classics

• Surely, surely the only one true knowledge of our fellow man is that which enables us to feel with him--which gives us a fine ear for the heart-pulses that are beating under the mere clothes of circumstance and opinion.

  George Eliot

  Sympathy, Heart, Men

  George Eliot (1860). “Scenes of Clerical Life”, p.250

• It is a wonderful subduer, this need of love-this hunger of the heart-as peremptory as that other hunger by which Nature forces us to submit to the yoke, and change the face of the world.

  George Eliot

  Heart, Forbidden Love, Needs

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.513, Delphi Classics

• The human heart finds nowhere shelter but in human kind.

  George Eliot

  Sympathy, Heart, Shelter

  GEORGE ELIOT (1868). “THE SPANISH GYPSY”, p.235

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