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.
GEORGE ELIOTConscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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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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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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I don’t want the world to give me anything for my books except money enough to save me from the temptation to write only for money.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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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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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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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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Consequences are unpitying.
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When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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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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A 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.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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