People 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.
GEORGE ELIOTThere is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
More George Eliot Quotes
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It’s no use filling your pocket with money if you have got a hole in the corner.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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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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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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It’s never too late to be who you were meant to be.
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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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Trouble’s made us kin.
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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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I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
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It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools’ pleasure
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
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