Date: 1860

"But his father was silent: the flood of emotion hemmed in all power of speech."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"Mr Tulliver threw himself back in his chair - his mind, which had so long been the home of nothing but bitter discontent and foreboding suddenly filled, by the magic of joy, with visions of good fortune."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"She felt no jealousy this evening that for the first time, she seemed to be thrown into the background in her father's mind."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"At last there was total stiilness, and poor Tulliver's dimly-lighted soul had for ever ceased to be vexed with the painful riddle of this world."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"Even now, her mind, with that instantaneous alternation which makes two currents of feeling or imagination seem simultaneous, is glancing continually from Stephen to the preparations she has only half finished in Maggie's room."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"'I will bring you the book, shall I, Miss Tulliver?' said Stephen, when he found the stream of his recollections running rather shallow."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"The early days of an acquaintance almost always have this importance for us, and fill up a larger space in our memory than longer subsequent periods which have been less filled with discovery and new impressions."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"But Maggie who had little more power of concealing the impressions made upon her than if she had been constructed of musical strings, felt her eyes getting larger with tears as they took each other's hands in silence."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"He was beginning to play very falsely under this deafening inward tumult, and Lucy was looking at him in astonishment, when Mrs Tulliver's entrance to summon them to lunch, came as an excuse for abruptly breaking off the music."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"But there were things in her stronger than vanity - passion, and affection, and long deep memories of early discipline and effort, of early claims on her love and pity; and the stream of vanity was soon swept along and mingled imperceptibly with that wider current which was at its highest force ...

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)