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.
GEORGE ELIOTHer little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
More George Eliot Quotes
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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I carry my unwritten poems in cipher on my face!
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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.
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What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?
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The right to rebellion is the right to seek a higher rule, and not to wander in mere lawlessness.
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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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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles.
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It is never too late to become the person you always thought you could be.
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Impatient people, according to Bacon, are like the bees, and kill themselves in stinging others.
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It is painful to be told that anything is very fine and not be able to feel that it is fine–something like being blind, while people talk of the sky.
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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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Every limit is a beginning as well as an ending.
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It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
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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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