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.
GEORGE ELIOTAnd, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
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Marriage must be a relation either of sympathy or of conquest.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
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One can say everything best over a meal.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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Consequences are unpitying.
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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.
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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 greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined – to strengthen each other – to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools’ pleasure
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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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Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
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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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One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!
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