A kind Providence furnishes the limpest personality with a little gum or starch in the form of tradition.
George EliotOur consiousness rarely registers the beginning of a growth within us anymore than without us: there have been many circulations of the sap before we detect the smallest sign of the bud.
George EliotMots clés experience growth
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
[Letter to Miss Lewis, Oct. 1, 1841]
Mots clés nature seasons fall autumn weather
We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
George EliotIn the checkered 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 winepress. Nay, in each of our lives harvest and spring-time are continually one, until himself gathers us and sows us anew in his invisible fields.
George Eliot... the human soul is hospitable, and will entertain conflicting sentiments and contradictory opinions with much impartiality.
George EliotFor there is no creature whose inward being is so strong that it is not greatly determined by what lies outside it.
George EliotMots clés life thoughts being influences
There are conditions under which the most majestic person is obliged to sneeze, and our emotions are liable to be acted on in the same incongruous manner.
George EliotShe was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
George EliotReligious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
George EliotMots clés religion
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