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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6b48cc3 | The aesthetic is an individual rather than a societal concern. | independence perspective | Harold Bloom | |
| bb86e9b | If we read the Western Canon in order to form our social, political, or personal moral values, I firmly believe we will become monsters of selfishness and exploitation. | Harold Bloom | ||
| 6bf7796 | Frye's influence on me lasted twenty years but came to an abrupt halt on my thirty-seventh birthday, July 11, 1967, when I awakened from a nightmare and then passed the entire day in composing a dithyramb, "The Covering Cherub; or, Poetic Influence." | Harold Bloom | ||
| 12c0678 | For Ibsen, gusto forgives almost everything. | enthusiasm | Harold Bloom | |
| 8684d54 | No one dies halfway through the last act. - Heinrich Ibsen | grace-of-god pessimism sovereignty-of-god | Harold Bloom | |
| fcf8b64 | The old-fashioned sins of reading is the only sense that matters. | intuition openness storytelling | Harold Bloom | |
| 379f94f | The freedom to apprehend aesthetic value may rise from class conflict, but the value is not identical with the freedom, even if it cannot be achieved without that apprehension. Aesthetic value is by definition engendered by an interaction between artists, an influencing that is always an interpretation. | Harold Bloom | ||
| c987e9b | monsters of selfishness and exploitation. To read in the service of any ideology is not, in my judgment, to read at all. The reception of aesthetic power enables us to learn how to talk to ourselves and how to endure ourselves. | Harold Bloom | ||
| 5d6233f | BLOOM: I take it that a successful therapy is an oxymoron. | Harold Bloom | ||
| 7f57db6 | Poetry, at the best, does us a kind of violence that prose fiction rarely attempts or accomplishes. | Harold Bloom | ||
| d1b5b72 | thou shalt be a terror, and never shalt be any more. | Harold Bloom | ||
| ee1decf | It always remains true that if we had been greater, circumstance would have been less strong against us. | George Eliot | ||
| e665ab7 | Maggie in her crude form, with her hair down her back, and altogether in a state of dubious promise, was a most undesirable niece; but now she was capable of being at once ornamental and useful. | George Eliot | ||
| 9cfaf1e | We are angered even by the full acceptance of our humiliating confessions--how much more by hearing in hard distinct syllables from the lips of a near observer, those confused murmurs which we try to call morbid, and strive against as if they were the oncoming of numbness! | George Eliot | ||
| c77b399 | Excuse me there. If you go upon arguments, they are never wanting, when a man has no constancy of mind. My father never changed, and he preached plain moral sermons without arguments, and was a good man--few better. When you get me a good man made out of arguments, I will get you a good dinner with reading you the cookery-book. That's my opinion, and I think anybody's stomach will bear me out. | George Eliot | ||
| f0c1f2b | Apparently the mingled thread in the web of their life was so curiously twisted together that there could be no joy without a sorrow coming close upon it. | George Eliot | ||
| 7a305e6 | What has that to do with Miss Brooke's marrying him? She does not do it for my amusement.' 'He has got no good red blood in his body,' said Sir James. 'No. Somebody put a drop under a magnifying-glass, and it was all semicolons and parentheses,' said Mrs Cadwallader. | George Eliot | ||
| af65772 | But I have a belief of my own, and it comforts me...That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don't quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil--widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower. | George Eliot | ||
| 05957fb | When a man had married into a family where there was a whole litter of women, he might have plenty to put up with if he chose. But Mr. Tulliver did not choose. | George Eliot | ||
| bdedffe | On the contrary, having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us, and disinclines us to those who are indifferent, and also a good grateful nature, the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers. | friendship intimacy love | George Eliot | |
| 7c4d647 | We cannot help the way in which people speak of us . . . | image | George Eliot | |
| 76e1b51 | I am not sure that the greatest man of his age, if ever that solitary superlative existed, could escape these unfavourable reflections of himself in various small mirrors; and even Milton, looking for his portrait in a spoon, must submit to have the facial angle of a bumpkin. | George Eliot | ||
| f6776c4 | Miss Brooke's large eyes seemed, like her religion, too unusual and striking. | George Eliot | ||
| c70e232 | To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. | George Eliot | ||
| a464d47 | Yes," said Mr. Casaubon, with that peculiar pitch of voice which makes the word half a negative." | George Eliot | ||
| 3a8eb7d | Ay, ay; you want to coax me into thinking him a fine match." "No, indeed, father. I don't love him because he is a fine match." "What for, then?" "Oh, dear, because I have always loved him. I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband." | George Eliot | ||
| 932ca16 | Don't you think men overrate the necessity for humoring everybody's nonsense, till they get despised by the very fools they humor? | George Eliot | ||
| 242d624 | When the animals entered the Ark in pairs, one may imagine that allied species made much private remark on each other, and were tempted to think that so many forms feeding on the same store of fodder were eminently superfluous, as tending to diminish the rations.... The same sort of temptation befell the Christian Carnivora who formed Peter Featherstone's funeral procession; most of them having their minds bent on a limited store which each.. | George Eliot | ||
| e1df07f | We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it . . . . | George Eliot | ||
| bc4a082 | A human being in this aged nation of ours is a very wonderful hole, the slow creation of long interchanging influences; and charm is a result of two such wholes, the one loving and the one loved. | wholeness | George Eliot | |
| eda4d50 | we begin by knowing little and believing much, and we sometimes end by inverting the quantities. | George Eliot | ||
| 3d9e029 | When he turned his head quickly his hair seemed to shake out light, and some persons thought they saw decided genius in this coruscation. Mr. Casaubon, on the contrary, stood rayless. | humor pity | George Eliot | |
| 0b47cec | Eliot's own reflections on the primitive mind as a model for nondualistic thinking and on the nature and consequences of different modes of consciousness were informed by an excellent education in the social sciences and philosophy. As a prelude to our guided tour of the text of The Waste Land, we now turn to a brief survey of some of his intellectual preoccupations in the decade before he wrote it, preoccupations which in our view are enor.. | Jewel Spears Brooker | ||
| 543313d | What have you been doing lately?' 'I? Oh, minding the house-pouring out syrup-pretending to be amiable and contented-learning to have a bad opinion of everybody. | George Eliot | ||
| b0102ff | We know what a masquerade all development is, and what effective shapes may be disguised in helpless embryos.--In fact, the world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome dubious eggs called possibilities. | George Eliot | ||
| 495cef8 | The intensity of her religious disposition, the coercion it exercised over her life, was but one aspect of a nature altogether ardent, theoretic, and intellectually consequent: and with such a nature, struggling in the bonds of a narrow teaching, hemmed in by a social life which seemed nothing but a labyrinth of petty courses, a walled-in maze of small paths that led no whither, the outcome was sure to strike others as at once exaggeration .. | George Eliot | ||
| bc9431a | Obligation may be stretched till it is no better than a brand of slavery stamped on us when we were too young to know its meaning. | George Eliot | ||
| 07f15a2 | What could two men, so different from each other, see in this "brown patch", as Mary called hereself? It was certainly not her plainness that attracted them (and let all plain young ladies be warned against the dangerous encouragement given them by Society to confinde in their want of beauty)" -- | George Eliot | ||
| b446d9e | The Vicar's talk was not always inspiriting: he had escaped being a Pharisee, but he had not escaped that low estimate of possibilities which we rather hastily arrive at as an inference from our own failure. | judgmental | George Eliot | |
| 476058c | 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. | George Eliot | ||
| 411c724 | Minds that have been unhinged from their old faith and love, have perhaps sought this Lethean influence of exile, in which the past becomes dreamy because its symbols have all vanished, and the present too is dreamy because it is linked with no memories. | George Eliot | ||
| cdd726d | He did not shrug his shoulders; and for want of that muscular outlet he thought the more irritably of beautiful lips kissing holy skulls and other emptinesses ecclesiastically enshrined. | George Eliot | ||
| 66c09b3 | i am always bored." (gwendolen harleth)" | George Eliot | ||
| 7f080b8 | Marriage, which has been the bourne of so many narratives is a still a great beginning, as it was to Adam and Eve, who kept their honeymoon in Eden, but had their first little one among thorns and thistles of the wilderness. It is still the beginning of the home epic-the gradual conquest or irremediable loss of that complete union which makes the advancing years a climax, and age the harvest of sweet memories in common. | George Eliot |