There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
GEORGE ELIOTA friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
More George Eliot Quotes
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All meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
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It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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What a wretched lot of old shrivelled creatures we shall be by-and-by. Never mind – the uglier we get in the eyes of others, the lovelier we shall be to each other; that has always been my firm faith about friendship.
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We are led on, like little children, by a way we know not.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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There 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.
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The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.
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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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Examining the world in order to find consolation is very much like looking carefully over the pages of a great book in order to find our own name . … Whether we find what we want or not, our preoccupation has hindered us from a true knowledge of the contents.
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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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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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