Date: 1860

"She rebelled against her lot, she fainted under its loneliness, and fits even of anger and hatred towards her father and mother who were so unlike what she would have them to be - towards Tom, who checked her and met her thought or feeling always by some thwarting difference - would flow out ove...

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"That new inward life of hers, notwithstanding some volcanic upheavings of imprisoned passions, yet shone out in her face with a tender soft light that mingled itself as added loveliness with the gradually enriched colour and outline of her blossoming youth"

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"'Ay, sir, you say true,' returned Bob, nodding his head aside, 'I think my head's all alive inside like an old cheese, for I'm so full o' plans, one knocks another over."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"And your mind is a sort of world to me - You can tell me all I want to know."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"Maggie went up to her own room to pour out all that indignant remonstrance, against which Tom's mind was close barred, in bitter tears."

— 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

"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

"I see - I feel their trouble now: it is as if it were branded on my mind. - I have suffered and had no one to pity me - and now I have made others suffer."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)

Date: 1860

"Since yesterday, that inward vision of her which perpetually made part of his consciousness, had been half-screened by the image of Philip Wakem which came across it like a blot."

— Eliot, George (1819-1880)