The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
GEORGE ELIOTI think I dislike what I don’t like more than I like what I like.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
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Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
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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.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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Death is the king of this world: ‘Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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