George Eliot citáty
George Eliot
Dátum narodenia: 22. november 1819
Dátum úmrtia: 22. december 1880
Ďalšie mená: Marian Evans
George Eliot vlastným menom Mary Ann Evansová bola anglická spisovateľka.
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Citáty George Eliot
„Načo žijeme, ak nie nato aby, sme im uľahčili život?“
Prisudzované výroky
Zdroj: [EXLEY, Helen.: Cesty múdrosti. Bratislava: Slovart, 2006 ISBN 80-8085-143-3]
„Keby sme videli a cítili všetko, čo sa v ľuďoch každodenne odohráva, bolo by to, akoby sme počuli, ako rastie tráva alebo ako veveričke bije srdce, a umreli by sme od hluku, ktorý by nás čakal za clonou ticha.“
— George Eliot, kniha Middlemarch
Zdroj: Prevzaté z knihy Počúvaj nôž od spisovateľa Patrick Ness
Zdroj: Kniha Middlemarch
„Truth is the precious harvest of the earth.
But once, when harvest waved upon a land,
The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar,
Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods,
Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws,
And turned the harvest into pestilence,
Until men said, What profits it to sow?“
— George Eliot, kniha Felix Holt, the Radical
Verse heading up the start of Chapter 11 (at page 111)
Felix Holt, the Radical (1866)
„The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.“
— George Eliot, kniha Middlemarch
Zdroj: Middlemarch
„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.“
Thiis was published without credit in The Best Loved Poems of the American People (1936) with the title "Friendship", and since that time has sometimes been misattributed http://www.geonius.com/eliot/quotes.html to Eliot; it is actually an adaptation of lines by Dinah Craik, in A Life for a Life (1859):
Misattributed
Kontext: Oh, the comfort —
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person —
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
„What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?“
— George Eliot, kniha Middlemarch
Middlemarch (1871)
Kontext: What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult to each other? I cannot be indifferent to the troubles of a man who advised me in my trouble, and attended me in my illness.
„Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.“
— George Eliot, kniha Impressions of Theophrastus Such
Zdroj: Impressions of Theophrastus Such, Ch, 4 (1879); comparable to. James Russell Lowell 1871: Blessed are they who have nothing to say, and who cannot be persuaded to say it. https://books.google.de/books?id=YRmn-_vXZ58C&pg=PA102&dq=persuaded
„It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.“
— George Eliot, kniha Middlemarch
Zdroj: Middlemarch
„New voices come to me where'er I roam,
My heart too widens with its widening home:
But song grows weaker, and the heart must break
For lack of voice, or fingers that can wake
The lyre's full answer; nay, its chords were all
Too few to meet the growing spirit's call.“
The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Kontext: New voices come to me where'er I roam,
My heart too widens with its widening home:
But song grows weaker, and the heart must break
For lack of voice, or fingers that can wake
The lyre's full answer; nay, its chords were all
Too few to meet the growing spirit's call.
The former songs seem little, yet no more
Can soul, hand, voice, with interchanging lore
Tell what the earth is saying unto me:
The secret is too great, I hear confusedly.
„Each day saw the birth
Of various forms, which, flung upon the earth,
Seemed harmless toys to cheat the exacting hour,
But were as seeds instinct with hidden power.“
On the work of the metal-smith Tubal-Cain
The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Kontext: Each day he wrought and better than he planned,
Shape breeding shape beneath his restless hand.
(The soul without still helps the soul within,
And its deft magic ends what we begin.)
Nay, in his dreams his hammer he would wield
And seem to see a myriad types revealed,
Then spring with wondering triumphant cry,
And, lest the inspiring vision should go by,
Would rush to labor with that plastic zeal
Which all the passion of our life can steal
For force to work with. Each day saw the birth
Of various forms, which, flung upon the earth,
Seemed harmless toys to cheat the exacting hour,
But were as seeds instinct with hidden power.
