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 ELIOT
It is pleasant to have a kind word now and then when one is not near enough to have a kind glance or a hearty shake by the hand.
More George Eliot Quotes
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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.
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The best travel is that which one can take by one’s own fireside. In memory or imagination.
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Any coward can fight a battle when he’s sure of winning; but give me the man who has the pluck to fight when he’s sure of losing.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.
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And, of course men know best about everything, except what women know better.
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Consequences are unpitying.
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Knowledge slowly builds up what Ignorance in an hour pulls down.
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Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.
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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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To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
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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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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.
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Those who trust us educate us.
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Much of our waking experience is but a dream in the daylight.
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I like breakfast-time better than any other moment in the day. No dust has settled on one’s mind then, and it presents a clear mirror to the rays of things.
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