She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
GEORGE ELIOTPeople are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Justice is like the kingdom of God–it is not without us as a fact, it is within us as a great yearning.
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Your trouble’s easy borne when everybody gives it a lift for you.
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Adventure is not outside man; it is within.
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My own experience and development deepen every day my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.
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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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It is a common sentence that knowledge is power; but who hath duly considered or set forth the power of ignorance? Knowledge slowly builds up what ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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