Human feeling is like the mighty rivers that bless the earth: it does not wait for beauty – it flows with resistless force and brings beauty with it.
GEORGE ELIOTLife seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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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If 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.
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I like not only to be loved, but to be told that I am loved; the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave.
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No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
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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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I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some of them woefully coarse, feeble, or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable.
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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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An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
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The strongest principle of growth lies in the human choice.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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If the past is not to bind us, where can duty lie? We should have no law but the inclination of the moment.
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Joy and sorrow are both my perpetual companions, but the joy is called Past and the sorrow Present.
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