More George Eliot quotes
I love not to be choked with other men’s thoughts.
George EliotGeorge Eliot What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.
George EliotGeorge Eliot Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
George EliotGeorge Eliot 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 EliotGeorge Eliot It is a narrow mind which cannot look at a subject from various points of view.
George EliotGeorge Eliot The responsibility of tolerance lies with those who have the wider vision.
George EliotGeorge Eliot Of new acquaintances one can never be sure because one likes them one day that it will be so the next. Of old friends one is sure that it will be the same yesterday, today, and forever.
George EliotGeorge Eliot One can say everything best over a meal.
George EliotGeorge Eliot And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
George EliotGeorge Eliot Character is not cut in marble – it is not something solid and unalterable. It is something living and changing, and may become diseased as our bodies do.
George EliotGeorge Eliot Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
George EliotGeorge Eliot Life began with waking up and loving my mother’s face.
George EliotGeorge Eliot No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
George EliotGeorge Eliot What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
George EliotGeorge Eliot Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.
George EliotGeorge Eliot 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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