If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
GEORGE ELIOTIt’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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One can say everything best over a meal.
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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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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Hold up your head! You were not made for failure, you were made for victory. Go forward with a joyful confidence.
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If you deliver an opinion at all, it is mere stupidity not to do it with an air of conviction and well-founded knowledge. You make it your own in uttering it, and naturally get fond of it.
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We want people to feel with us more than to act for us.
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The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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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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Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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