Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
GEORGE ELIOTI like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.
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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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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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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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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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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.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning.
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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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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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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
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