I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
GEORGE ELIOTIf we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
More George Eliot Quotes
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That by desiring what is perfectly good, even when we don’t quite know what it is and cannot do what we would, we are part of the divine power against evil — widening the skirts of light and making the struggle with darkness narrower.
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These gems have life in them: their colors speak, say what words fail of.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
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… it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
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Conscientious people are apt to see their duty in that which is the most painful course.
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We have had an unspeakably delightful journey, one of those journeys which seem to divide one’s life in two, by the new ideas they suggest and the new views of interest they open.
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Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
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Trouble’s made us kin.
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
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But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
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There is a great deal of unmapped country within us.
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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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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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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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