What did George Eliot mean by: Old men’s eyes are like old men’s memories; they are strongest for things a long way off. - George Eliot Author · England Copy
+ It’s all one web, sir. The prosperity of the country is one web. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Eliot, Country, Prosperity, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ The very truth hath a colour from the disposition of the utterer. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Eliot, Color, Disposition, Truth, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ Wit is a form of force that leaves the limbs at rest. Feraz Zeid, June 14, 2023December 12, 2023, George Eliot, Force, Form, Limbs, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ I would not creep along the coast but steer Out in mid-sea, by guidance of the stars. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Eliot, Sailor, Sea, Stars, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ I shall do everything it becomes me to do. Feraz Zeid, June 17, 2023December 12, 2023, George Eliot, God, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ It is better sometimes not to follow great reformers of abuses beyond the threshold of their homes. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Eliot, Abuse, Home, Hypocrisy, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ Hatred is like fire, it makes even light rubbish deadly. Feraz Zeid, July 11, 2023December 12, 2023, George Eliot, Fire, Hate, Light, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
+ The sweetest of all success is that which one wins by hard exertion. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, George Eliot, Success, Winning, 0 - George Eliot Author · England
Once, I was a master at recycling leftovers. Now I cultivate the art of simmering memories. - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
I had tears coming out of my eyes. And it was the characters that got me there. - Jean M. Auel Author
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France