Author: George Eliot

Cites

• Francis and Fletcher, John Beaumont (1)
  • IN: Middlemarch (1872) NULL, American
    EPIGRAPH: Since I can do no good because a woman, Reach constantly at something that is near it.
    FROM: The Maid's Tragedy, (1619), Play, UK
• George Eliot (3)
  • IN: David Deronda (1876) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhalations laden with slow death, And o'er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence.
    FROM: NULL, (1876), Author, UK
  • IN: Daniel Deronda (1876) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, ‘mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhalations laden with slow death, And o’er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence.
    FROM: Daniel Deronda, (1876), Novel, NULL
• William Wordsworth (1)
  • IN: Silas Marner (None) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: A child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts.
    FROM: Michael, (1800), Poem, UK
• Bible (1)
  • IN: The Mill on the Floss (1860) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: In their death they were not divided.
    FROM: Bible, Samuel 1:23, (-165), Bible, NULL

Cited by

• Patrick Ness (2)
  • IN: The Knife of Never Letting Go (2008) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1871), Novel, UK
• Adrienne Rich (1)
  • IN: Diving into the Wreck (1973) Poetry, American
    EPIGRAPH: There is no private life which is not determined by a wider public life
    FROM: Felix Holt, the Radical, (1866), Novel, UK
• Sarah Rees Brennan (1)
  • IN: Untold (2013) Fantasy, Romance Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, Irish
    EPIGRAPH: Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1872), Novel, UK
• Kim Savage (1)
  • IN: After the Woods (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Truth has rough flavors if we bite it through.
    FROM: Armgart, (1871), Poem, UK
• George Eliot (3)
  • IN: David Deronda (1876) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, 'mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhalations laden with slow death, And o'er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence.
    FROM: NULL, (1876), Author, UK
  • IN: Daniel Deronda (1876) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Let thy chief terror be of thine own soul: There, ‘mid the throng of hurrying desires That trample on the dead to seize their spoil, Lurks vengeance, footless, irresistible As exhalations laden with slow death, And o’er the fairest troop of captured joys Breathes pallid pestilence.
    FROM: Daniel Deronda, (1876), Novel, NULL
• Eliot Schrefer (1)
  • IN: Rescued (2016) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1872), Novel, UK
• David Lodge (1)
  • IN: Nice Work (1988) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Upon the midlands now the industrious muse doth fall, The shires which we the heart of England well may call. DRAYMAN: Poly-Olbion
    FROM: Epigraph to Felix Holt the Radical, (1866), Epigraph, UK
• Adelle Waldman (2)
  • IN: The Love Affairs of Nathaniel P. (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To give a true account of what passes within us, something else is necessary besides sincerity.
    FROM: Romola, (1863), Novel, UK
  • IN: The Love Affair of Nathaniel P. (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: To give a true account of what passes within us, something else is necessary besides sincerity.
    FROM: Romola, (1863), Novel, UK
• Eve Chase (1)
  • IN: Black Rabbit Hall (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: I held him wise, and when he talked to me Of snakes and bird, and which God loved the best, I thought his knowledge marked the boundary Where men grew blind, though angels knew the rest. If he said Hush! I tried to hold my breath; Wherever he said Come! I stepped in faith.
    FROM: Brother and Sister, (1860), Poem, UK
• Susan Donovan (1)
  • IN: Stealing Taffy (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It is never too late to be what you might have been.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Val McDermid (1)
  • IN: The Retribution (2007) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Nemesis is lame; but she is of colossal stature, like the gods, and sometimes, while her sword is not yet unsheathed, she stretches out her huge left arm and grasps her victim. The mighty hand is invisible, but the victim totters under the dire clutch.
    FROM: Scenes of Clerical Life, (1857), Book, UK
• Julie Christine Johnson (1)
  • IN: In Another Life (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them,
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• Erica James (1)
  • IN: Song of the Skylark (2016) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them,
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• John Lutz (1)
  • IN: Nightlines (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Dark the night Yet is she bright For in her dark she brings the mystic star Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love From some unknown afar.
    FROM: Spanish Gypsy, (1868), Poem, UK
• Bill Pronzini (1)
  • IN: The Other Side Of Silence (2008) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1871), Book, UK
• Rob Thurman (2)
  • IN: Blackout (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: In silent unspeakable memories.
    FROM: NULL, (1859), NULL, UK
  • IN: Doubletake (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What greater thing is there for two…joined for life…?
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• Leah Stewart (1)
  • IN: The History of Us (2013) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: "Why has he not done more?" said Dorothea, interested now in all who had slipped below their own intention.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1819), Novel, UK
• Ali Sethi (1)
  • IN: The Wish Maker (2009) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: The difficult task of knowing another soul is not for young gentlemen whose consciousness is chiefly made up of their own wishes.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1872), Novel, UK
• Adam Ross (1)
  • IN: Ladies and Gentlemen: Stories (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity.
    FROM: Scenes of Clerical Life, (1857), Book, UK
• Anthony Quinn (1)
  • IN: The Streets (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.
    FROM: The Mill on the Floss, (1860), Novel, UK
• Victoria Patterson (1)
  • IN: This Vacant Paradise (2011) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1871), Novel, UK
• Mary Alice Monroe (1)
  • IN: Last Light over Carolina (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life -- to strengthen each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in all pain, to be one with each other in silent unspeakable memories...
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• Karen White (1)
  • IN: The Lost Hours (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; The angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Aislinn Hunter (1)
  • IN: The World Before Us (2014) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• Diana Souhami (1)
  • IN: Gwendolen (2014) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: ... 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 receipt.
    FROM: Daniel Deronda, (1876), Novel, UK
• Donna Morrissey (1)
  • IN: The Fortunate Brother (2017) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and to have recovered hope.
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• Katherine Applegate (1)
  • IN: The One and Only Ivan (2012) Children's Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: It is never too late to be what you might have been.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• James Runchie (1)
  • IN: The Grantchester Mysteries: Sidney Chambers and The Dangers of Temptations (2012) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: No man is matriculated to the art of life till he has been well tempted.
    FROM: Romola, (1863), Novel, UK
• Robin Black (1)
  • IN: Life Drawing (2014) Psychological Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
    FROM: Adam Bede, (1859), Novel, UK
• Alex Gutteridge (1)
  • IN: Last Chance Angel (2013) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: It is never too late to be what you might have been.
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, UK
• Helen H. Gardener (1)
  • IN: Is This Your Son, My Lord? (1891) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?
    FROM: NULL, (None), NULL, NULL
• Sybille Bedford (1)
  • IN: A Compass Error (1968) Novel, British
    EPIGRAPH: 1st gent: Our deeds are fetters that we forge ourselves. 2nd gent: Ay, truly, but I think it is the world That brings the iron.
    FROM: Middlemarch, Chapter IV, (1871), Novel, NULL
• Carol Shields (1)
  • IN: Unless (2002) Novel, American
    EPIGRAPH: 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.
    FROM: Middlemarch, (1871), Novel, UK