Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.
GEORGE ELIOTBlessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.
More George Eliot Quotes
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Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
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There is no killing the suspicion that deceit has once begotten.
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We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
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Appearances have very little to do with happiness.
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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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Do we not all agree to call rapid thought and noble impulse by the name of inspiration?
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It is hard to believe long together that anything is “worth while,” unless there is some eye to kindle in common with our own, some brief word uttered now and then to imply that what is infinitely precious to us is precious alike to another mind.
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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No man can be wise on an empty stomach.
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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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People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool’s caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else’s are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
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Veracity is a plant of paradise, and the seeds have never flourished beyond the walls.
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