George Eliot Quotes About Spring

• How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love? Are their first poems their best? or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections? The boy's flute-like voice has its own spring charm; but the man should yield a richer, deeper music.

  George Eliot

  Spring, First Love, Boys

  George Eliot (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of George Eliot (Illustrated)”, p.445, Delphi Classics

• Best friend, my well-spring in the wilderness!

  George Eliot

  Best Friend, Friendship, Spring

  George Eliot (1839). “Theophrastus Such, Jubal and other poems and The Spanish gypsy”, p.438

• We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass . . .

  George Eliot

  Time, Spring, Flower

  George Eliot (2016). “The Mill On The Floss”, p.49, George Eliot

• In the chequered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together; in the same moment the sickle is reaping and the seed is sprinkled; one tends the green cluster and another treads the wine-press. Nay, in each of our lives harvest and spring-time are continually one, until Death himself gathers us and sows us anew in his invisible fields.

  George Eliot

  Life, Spring, Wine

  George Eliot (2009). “Daniel Deronda”, p.693, Oxford Paperbacks

• In our spring-time every day has its hidden growths in the mind, as it has in the earth when the little folded blades are getting ready to pierce the ground.

  George Eliot

  Spring, Mind, Growth

  George Eliot (1866). “Felix Holt: The Radical”, p.80

• I might mention all the divine charms of a bright spring day, but if you had never in your life utterly forgotten yourself in straining your eyes after the mounting lark, or in wandering through the still lanes when the fresh-opened blossoms fill them with a sacred silent beauty like that of fretted aisles, where would be the use of my descriptive catalogue?

  George Eliot

  Spring, Eye, Would Be

  George Eliot (1862). “Adam Bede ... Tenth edition”, p.71

• It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.

  George Eliot

  Spring, Grief, Cutting

  George Eliot (2005). “Four Novels of George Eliot”, p.122, Wordsworth Editions

• We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.

  George Eliot

  Spring, Giving, Justice

  George Eliot (2016). “Complete Works Of George Eliot”, p.240, ShandonPress

• the mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims ... to lace ourselves up in formulas of that sort is to repress all the divine promptings and inspirations that spring from growing insight and sympathy.

  George Eliot

  Spring, Inspiration, Growing

  George Eliot (2016). “The Mill On The Floss”, p.574, George Eliot

• Among all the many kinds of first love, that which begins in childish companionship is the strongest and most enduring: when passion comes to unite its force to long affection, love is at its spring-tide.

  George Eliot

  Spring, Passion, First Love

  George Eliot (1869). “Silas Marner, and Scenes of Clerical Life”, p.184

• Fairy folk a-listening Hear the seed sprout in the spring, And for music to their dance Hear the hedgerows wake from trance, Sap that trembles into buds Sending little rhythmic floods Of fairy sound in fairy ears. Thus all beauty that appears Has birth as sound to finer sense And lighter-clad intelligence.

  George Eliot

  Spring, Listening, Sound

  George Eliot (2006). “Daniel Deronda: Easyread Edition”, p.346, ReadHowYouWant.com

• The purifying influence of public confession springs from the fact, that by it the hope in lies is forever swept away, and the soul recovers the noble attitude of simplicity.

  George Eliot

  Honesty, Attitude, Spring

  George Eliot (1863). “Romola”, p.112

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