Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
GEORGE ELIOTAll meanings, we know, depend on the key of interpretation.
More George Eliot Quotes
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What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
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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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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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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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She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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Genius … is necessarily intolerant of fetters.
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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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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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Animals are such agreeable friends – they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
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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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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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After all, the true seeing is within.
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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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