Frasi di George Eliot

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“Un’intelligenza perfettamente sana è sempre un po’ spaesata in questo pazzo mondo.”

“I sotterfugi e le piccole bugie, ad un cuore leale, tanta pena quanto ad un artista le pennellate false che solo il suo occhio esperto sa distinguere. Ma diventano leggeri quando tutte le azioni sono state menzognere.”

“Gli animali sono amici così piacevoli: non fanno domande, non criticano.”

“Affidiamo la gente alla misericordia di Dio, ma noi non ne dimostriamo alcuna.”

“Dio è inconcepibile, l'immortalità incredibile, ma il dovere è perentorio e assoluto.”

“Se presti attenzione ai tuoi discorsi, ti accorgerai che sono guidati dai tuoi intenti meno coscienti.”

“In ogni separazione c'è un'immagine della morte.”

“Essere poeta significa possedere un'anima così pronta a comprendere che nessuna sfumatura di qualità le sfugge, e così pronta a sentire, che quella comprensione non è che una mano che suona con varietà finemente ordinata sulle corde del sentimento - un'anima il cui sapere si trasforma istantaneamente in sentimento e il sentimento torna in un baleno ad essere un nuovo organo del sapere.”

“Ci sono personalità in cui, se esse ci amano, siamo consapevoli di avere una sorta di battesimo e di consacrazione: esse ci vincolano alla rettitudine e alla purezza grazie alla loro pura fiducia in noi; e i nostri peccati divengono quel genere peggiore di sacrilegio che abbatte l'invisibile altare della fiducia. “Se tu non sei buono, non lo è nessuno” - queste brevi parole possono conferire un terribile significato alla responsabilità, possono contenere una forza corrosiva per il rimorso.”

“Ma ciò che chiamiamo disperazione è in realtà la dolorosa impazienza della speranza non alimentata.”

“Le nostre passioni non vivono l'una separata dall'altra, in camere serrate a chiave, ma, rivestite del loro modesto guardaroba di idee, portano i loro viveri a un tavolo comune e mangiano assieme, nutrendosi delle provviste comuni a seconda del loro appetito.”

“Se vedessimo e sentissimo in modo intenso tutta la normale vita umana, sarebbe come udire l'erba crescere e il pulsare del cuore dello scoiattolo, e moriremmo per il frastuono che è al di là del silenzio. Così come stanno le cose, i più svegli di noi si muovono ben imbottiti di stupidità.”

“Chiunque osservi con attenzione la convergenza furtiva dei destini umani, scorge una lenta preparazione di effetti che una vita esercita su un'altra, che ha l'effetto di una calcolata ironia sull'indifferenza o sullo sguardo gelido con cui guardiamo il nostro vicino non ancora conosciuto. Il Destino sta in attesa, sarcastico, tenendo i nostri dramatis personae stretti in pugno.”

“Suppongo che una delle ragioni per le quali riusciamo molto raramente a consolare il nostro prossimo, sia quella che il nostro buon volere non sa tradursi in parole. Possiamo mandare doni e aiuti senza dar loro il sapore del nostro egoismo; ma la parola è come un torrente che conserva le tracce del terreno impuro che ha attraversato.”

“Le sofferenze acute e varie che nascono dalla sensibilità che accompagna una elevata cultura, sono forse meno degne di pietà di quella cupa privazione di ogni consolazione intellettuale, che obbliga le menti rozze a trovarsi costantemente a tu per tu con i propri dispiaceri e le proprie pene.”

“Sorridi e fatti degli amici; ostenta un cipiglio e fatti venire le rughe: per che cosa viviamo, se non per rendere questo mondo meno difficile per tutti?”

“Certo che le donne sono sciocche: Dio Onnipotente le ha create per essere uguali agli uomini.”

“L'infanzia non conosce inquietudine; ma, allo stesso tempo, non è placata da alcun ricordo di tristezza, che sia passata e a cui si sia sopravvissuti.”

“È sempre fatale interrompere la musica o la poesia.”

“Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.”

“Imagination is a licensed trespasser: it has no fear of dogs, but may climb over walls and peep in at windows with impunity.”

“An election is coming. Universal peace is declared, and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.”

“Worldly faces, never look so worldly as at a funeral.”

“Family likeness has often a deep sadness in it. Nature, that great tragic dramatist, knits us together by bone and muscle, and divides us by the subtler web of our brains; blends yearning and repulsion; and ties us by our heart-strings to the beings that jar us at every movement.”

“An accomplished woman almost always knows more than we men, though her knowledge is of a different sort. I am sure you could teach me a thousand things--as an exquisite bird could teach a bear if there were any common language between them. Happily, there is a common language between women and men, and so the bears can get taught.”

“Apropos of the "The Lifted Veil," I think it will not be judicious to reprint it at present. I care for the idea which it embodies, and which justifies its painfulness. A motto which I wrote on it yesterday perhaps is a sufficient indication of that idea: —
"Give me no light, great heaven, but such as turns
To energy of human fellowship;
No powers save the growing heritage
That makes complete manhood."
But it will be well to put the story in harness with some other productions of mine, and not send it forth in its dismal loneliness. There are many things in it which I would willingly say over again, and I shall never put them in any other form. But we must wait a little. The question is not in the least one of money, but of care for the best effect of writing, which often depends on circumstances, much as pictures depend on light and juxtaposition.”

“Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return...”

“The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.”

“I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.”

“When Mrs. Casaubon was announced he started up as from an electric shock, and felt a tingling at his fingerends. Any one observing him would have seen a change in his complexion, in the adjustment of his facial muscles, in the vividness of his glance, which might have made them imagine that every molecule in his body had passed the message of a magic touch. And so it had. For effective magic is transcendent nature; and who shall measure the subtlety of those touches which convey the quality of soul as well as body, and make a man’s passion for one woman differ from his passion for another as joy in the morning light over valley and river and white mountain-top differs from joy among Chinese lanterns and glass panels? Will, too, was made of very impressible stuff. The bow of a violin drawn near him cleverly, would at one stroke change the aspect of the world for him, and his point of view shifted— as easily as his mood. Dorothea’s entrance was the freshness of morning.”

“It is the glory of the heritage
Thy life has left, that makes thy outcast age:
Thy limbs shall lie dark, tombless on this sod,
Because thou shinest in man's soul, a god,
Who found and gave new passion and new joy
That nought but Earth's destruction can destroy.
Thy gifts to give was thine of men alone:
'Twas but in giving that thou couldst atone
For too much wealth amid their poverty.”

“Better spend an extra hundred or two on your son's education, than leave it him in your will.”

“I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.”

“The mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.”

“I suppose a woman is never in love with any one she has always known— ever since she can remember; as a man often is. It is always some new fellow who strikes a girl.”

“It was entirely from worldly vanity that you destined him for the Church: with a family of three sons and four daughters, you were not warranted in devoting money to an expensive education which has succeeded in nothing but in giving him extravagant idle habits. You are now reaping the consequences.”

“She was perfectly quiet now, but not asleep — only soothed by sweet porridge and warmth into that wide-gazing calm which makes us older human beings, with our inward turmoil, feel a certain awe in the presence of a little child, such as we feel before some quiet majesty or beauty in the earth or sky — before a steady glowing planet, or a full-flowered eglantine, or the bending trees over a silent pathway.”

“He seemed to weave, like the spider, from pure impulse, without reflection. Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends in this way to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.”

“There was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.”

“Twas easy following where invention trod
— All eyes can see when light flows out from God.
And thus did Jubal to his race reveal
Music their larger soul, where woe and weal
Filling the resonant chords, the song, the dance,
Moved with a wider-winged utterance.”

“More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will not forsake us.”

“It is seldom that the miserable can help regarding their misery as a wrong inflicted by those who are less miserable.”

“Her heart lived in no cherished secrets of its own, but in feelings which it longed to share with all the world.”

“Gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker.”

“"Jubal," the face said, "I am thy loved Past,
The soul that makes thee one from first to last.
I am the angel of thy life and death,
Thy outbreathed being drawing its last breath.
Am I not thine alone, a dear dead bride
Who blest thy lot above all men's beside?”

“Do we not wile away moments of inanity or fatigued waiting by repeating some trivial movement or sound, until the repetition has bred a want, which is incipient habit?”

“Why, what can a man do when he takes to adoring one of you mermaids? He only neglects his work and runs up bills.”

“… that modern sect of Flagellants who make a ritual of lashing — not themselves but — all their neighbours.”