The troublesome ones in a family are usually either the wits or the idiots.
GEORGE ELIOTIt 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.
More George Eliot Quotes
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A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one’s heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
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Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
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Vague memories hang about the mind like cobwebs.
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In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past-sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
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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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Conscience is harder than our enemies, Knows more, accuses with more nicety.
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The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.
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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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To have suffered much is like knowing many languages. Thou hast learned to understand all.
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Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing.
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A good horse makes short miles.
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What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity.
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What makes life dreary is the want of a motive.
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In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools’ pleasure
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“Abroad,” that large home of ruined reputations.
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